how ironic
long ago, in ages past
i hear
people looked at the sky
individuals contemplated existance
the meaning of themselves
the meaning of it all
no clutter, only wonder
but then
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stars began to blink out,
one by one,
in order to be studied better.
how ironic.
the streets were paved of gold--
the fateful end
of river blood
collected by metal vampires.
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drawing lines in the soil
lacerations in the earth
the fallen angels cry out:
"your people, sir,
will love their artificial stars
with artificial hearts
and a collective soul of plastic."
replacing blood with oil
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for a better life
how ironic
walk through the streets
you see lights, i see lights
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replace your view of the stars
obstruct your view of the universe
redirect focus ahead but down
on superficial concerns of the reptile within
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civilization
renders itself a void
progressively harder to see the light
progressively harder to
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make sense of life
corrupting ideals, murdering babies
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for progress
how ironic
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perhaps your definition differs from mine
but from what i can see
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half drowning in capital, half starving in poverty
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culture ceases
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earth ceases
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humanity ceases
and no one cares
how ironic
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