Bird Of Ill Omen

If this world would just die
It might as well be so
since we poisoned its beauty so long ago
heads filled and overflowing out the mouth with stock quotes
and sexual perversion, t.v. dinners and self adoration
the death of a tear the birth of a lethargic smile
still we manipulate our limbs to stride forward
ignorant to the truth
as though we never invented the atom bomb
or silly little objects that govern this universe as we know it
with digits and a mouse
your times up i pull the plug on humanity disconnect, flateline
Ill breathe into you pragmatic sanction
coat your lungs inject you with virtue and stability
rape this bastard sun
this illigitimate child of god
shines for the old era now turned anew
bask now in this revised light
we have given it fortitude with the rejection of this brave new world
idealism will never bake this bread
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