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    The decadent elegance

    Of our condescension

    Belies and belittles

    Our abundance




    Mothers of invention

    Bringing up our genius

    In the broken homes

    Of a race, racing to its end




    Biological engine

    of craven consumption

    Ever increasing efficiency

    Of waste production




    Parading our might

    Strutting show of strength

    Crumbling expendable

    Comrades recycled as corpses




    Where is the help?

    Where is the hope?

    Where is the honour?




    In a world of demons

    Devil demands his due

    All souls for sale

    All roads to oblivion




    Yet morality's looking glass

    With duality displayed

    All demons have wings

    To lift them aloft as angels




    So come fly with me

    Strive for a higher purpose

    Leave the road to oblivion

    Find solace for your souls










  • #2
    Take flight then, holding
    yesterday's failings as guide
    on tomorrow's path.

    Nice one Jon!

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