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EvilToasterElf
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Evolution
Before the spirit of rebellion, was buried in the ground,
coffin lids slammed, lips frozen in fear,
never again to make another sound.
We scurry on, indulging in the various knick-knacks,
but if we fill our tombs with dvd’s we still can’t bring them back.
Today we walk the labyrinth devoid of victory cheese,
a Minotaur is our last star, clutching freedom, the paycheck.
Waving flags of mediocrity, the banner of generation X.
To navigate the cubicle maze and rise above the pallid skies,
we have nothing more to do than walk away.
Ignore the towers of reflective glass distorting sweatshop cries.
The dawn recites the headlines, with arcing libel beams.
Because it’s thoughts that build the cities of soul,
where we can only walk in dreams.
We trundle through on borrowed time,
Herded through profits on the open range.
As they have died still we will die,
death we cannot change.
We bury tragedy in the past and tear it at the seams,
And where have we come from primates climbing trees,
if opposable thumbs now grasp only the remote control?
But we carry on,
we carry on,
like eddies in a stream
of commercial advertisements.
Bands of tanks still roam the land, with angelic air support.
Where have we to turn to for the healing hands?
There is no rest for the righteous in these,
days of endless vice.
The planet’s revolutions shiver now and then,
wrapped around the cradle’s womb is corporate appetite.
The Social Darwinists cry havoc and let slip the software of war.
Pro athletes’ protein nightmares take Odyssean tours,
and the single mom buys misery in jars at the local Wal-Mart.
The spiral straightens noiselessly as we avert instinct,
but every generation’s woes pull us back into decadence.
Rising past the collapse of Rome, the loss of ancient Greece,
Dying through bubonic waves, crashing on serfdom’s shores,
we carry on.
Like those who we have deemed,
eternal harbingers of misery.
Discovering fresh weakness on every infants face,
before tossing them to furnaces, the crucibles of faith.
The flaws all flow into a path,
that narrow minds retrace.
Will we continue on our autopilot set in the ice ages?
Or can we step back look at the past and do something courageous?
Before the spirit of rebellion, was buried in the ground,
coffin lids slammed, lips frozen in fear,
never again to make another sound.
We scurry on, indulging in the various knick-knacks,
but if we fill our tombs with dvd’s we still can’t bring them back.
Today we walk the labyrinth devoid of victory cheese,
a Minotaur is our last star, clutching freedom, the paycheck.
Waving flags of mediocrity, the banner of generation X.
To navigate the cubicle maze and rise above the pallid skies,
we have nothing more to do than walk away.
Ignore the towers of reflective glass distorting sweatshop cries.
The dawn recites the headlines, with arcing libel beams.
Because it’s thoughts that build the cities of soul,
where we can only walk in dreams.
We trundle through on borrowed time,
Herded through profits on the open range.
As they have died still we will die,
death we cannot change.
We bury tragedy in the past and tear it at the seams,
And where have we come from primates climbing trees,
if opposable thumbs now grasp only the remote control?
But we carry on,
we carry on,
like eddies in a stream
of commercial advertisements.
Bands of tanks still roam the land, with angelic air support.
Where have we to turn to for the healing hands?
There is no rest for the righteous in these,
days of endless vice.
The planet’s revolutions shiver now and then,
wrapped around the cradle’s womb is corporate appetite.
The Social Darwinists cry havoc and let slip the software of war.
Pro athletes’ protein nightmares take Odyssean tours,
and the single mom buys misery in jars at the local Wal-Mart.
The spiral straightens noiselessly as we avert instinct,
but every generation’s woes pull us back into decadence.
Rising past the collapse of Rome, the loss of ancient Greece,
Dying through bubonic waves, crashing on serfdom’s shores,
we carry on.
Like those who we have deemed,
eternal harbingers of misery.
Discovering fresh weakness on every infants face,
before tossing them to furnaces, the crucibles of faith.
The flaws all flow into a path,
that narrow minds retrace.
Will we continue on our autopilot set in the ice ages?
Or can we step back look at the past and do something courageous?
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There are lots of very nice phrases in there......but, I'm curious, do you truly have such a bleak view of the entire human story?