and what you deemed civilization did not just become stupid, yet it became ruthlessly stupid and had paraded, cheered and uplifted that monumental downward slope of beauty and achievement in gracefulness.
They'd destroyed their own archetypes and created repugnance.
Then there was someone like I, one of the last truth-tellers.
Holy Hell is all that I can say.
Looking upon the valleys of the zilched and the gone.
You live among lesserspirits
and they're so cooked
You write proses to the propensity of ugly
You thought they were prettious for a second
Don't let your eyes deceive you
Or your own senses become scorn
You could re-route your birth calling
Sense to something deeper, something sworn.
Then you see behind the kabuki skin
Of those ever so-n wear'n namasti-masks
Christ I dig inside of them to find hollows
Useless idiots and food for entropy.
Ugliest they are say'n how to finish your song
Embark on some rustic pursuit to seem genuine
They hate men for the hare of single mothers
find the tax man gift upon them houses and meals.
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