Heaps of discarded achievements.
Atrophy runs rampant and unimpeded
Throughout this intricate system of spirit
Eternally degenerating the fabric of our purity
...Hemorrhaging and overtaking within.
Affinity for the dull and gruesome acts
Thoroughly perfected at the hands of man.
Evisceration of our morals and our culture
However, is this our true, our new culture?
Affluent in the fine art of absurd and obscene
Thanking no one, taking everything, taunting heaven?
Everything fades for some to flourish
Hands held high to our ritualistic scourge
Adios things once touted higher than gold
Termination is just a beginning
Emptiness is the result.
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