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I've grown old

The years piled on

The facts got clearer

Our rights, solid as foam

Where did it all go so wrong?

Was there ever any way out?

It seems quite clear that we are destined to fail

And reap what we have sown

Dark ages and plagues

Centuries of dismay

Should have taught us

Yet here we are, again

Imbeciles now watch our every move

Claiming either offense or vile crime against their cult

And wish death to all those who choose

To use the squishy stuff that's grown inside their skulls

So many hopes

Now dead and buried

Their unmarked tombs

Forgotten

I denounce nothing

Although I see so much is wrong

Who would trust me?

Oh, if they can't see it for themselves

Why should I risk my neck to save this wreck

And die for nothing?

I hear their cries

The rising pyres – now alight

Consuming all that's deemed impure

To the eyes of sick buffoons

And a leader so asinine

Their merit due

Might lay on you

Time marches, or is it us that stampede hellward?

Merciless, impending doom – dead vistas span the horizon

As fate looms

Symbiont strangers

Ordered apoptosis

Natural cleansing

Shall come some day, I'm afraid

A collective dream astray

A whole culture set to fade