Reflections

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

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