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To the Place of Gods and Goddesses
Comprehension of content is lost, broken into fragments of diversity, and of the society.
The degeneration of golden rules, morals, unity of man, communized living, subjection of primal instincts and sub-conscious influences of individuality versus tradition.
The remembrance of the truly physical and connection to the elements are being lost into the labyrinth of hollow stone vibrating with noise echoing, echoing.
Reality blurred through artificial colors, visual provocation and electricity.
Devolution of man to the gun, enslaved to the future, fueled by the discontent.
Seek content in the shinny metal.
Unaware that it reflects what is behind us
The sun, rain, mud and wind.
Forgotten tribal dances mutilated into modern rhythms of the hollow rock, echoing, echoing the discontent.
The processes of life and death, misunderstood and sacrifice became a burden. Transgression became innate and is never to be witnessed again.
While box upon box of screaming boxes scream, end this dream, end this dream please.
I see lost people, I am one of them, to scared of suicide, revoking the system as if it was shit being shoveled down our throats and I wonder, why does it bother so much, should I have been born in a different age? Would I find discontent in an era of darkness and myth, void of the devils of art?