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It appears that we reached the edge
That zenith 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 our intelligence

era has become very real
We labor for pleasure and abhor the of pressure
My generation will go as the architects
Of contemporary

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

Distrust in
of opinion
Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical
To which does not matter

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

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

This is the you have created
is the world you have set ablaze
All your are coming true
All freedom is lost, all hope is