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Sleep has lost its virture
Has lost its solace
Its Eden
Has come up short
Like everything else
Under the sun
Now is something
To run from
Tomorrow has lost its promise
Has lost its flare
Its resplendency
Hollywood has lost its marbles
Its grip on reality
Its tongue
Has lost its innocence
Its honesty
Has poisoned minds
Has dressed its corpses
In kingly costumes
Has sold mags
With aliens on the cover
Men and women
The world has never seen
Has made us believe
Buying will save
Our souls
Will free our minds
Our spirits
Our mortal skin
Has promised immortality
While delivering
Only immorality’s mortality
Only ashes
Only the dust
From which we came
From which we sprung
And to which
We shall return
When it’s all
Been said
And
Done.
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