Working, these bodies unconscious, all slaving for a lifetime with
Thrust into this competition naked and undone
Back to back
yet divided
One time, the last rendition, too long I've sacrificed, dead
March of the animals
the indication of a time where the
Each man can make their difference in life
If someone would
Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives...
As evidence of times before
in chap
Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes
Out of the past, fall the bodies that have come
The triumph of boredom in everday life carries the wounded
The culmination of decades inside the machine, where production processes
Falling fast through cracks in heaven, come carnivores is search
Behind walls of lies the plain truth,which some attempt to
Crawling from the cities, the filth chokes me to the
Bred for the wheel...
Running like a dog far too long
waiting
Storm clouds spreading
Black horizons oil slick the southern sky
What prospects
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