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It appears that we have the edge
zenith where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty years ago the man
The age of the to be upon us
And even the man was destroying our heritage
And insulting our

That era has become real
We labor for and abhor the guilt of pressure
My generation go down as the architects
Of disgust

have fought and died
Others have allowed the strong to be for a price
They don't care about and will never understand
I am beleaguered by the selfish face
Of a kind of man is not mankind

Distrust in
Fundamentalism of
Catastrophic boredom and a devotion
To that which does not

Where is glory now, people?
Where are your Gods and
is your shame and salvation?
You rage for no reason because you no reason

What have you fought for?
What have you ever for?
The face of the earth is scarred the walking dead
The age of the gross is a living

This is the future you have
This is the you have set ablaze
All your lies are true
All freedom is lost, all hope is