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Worrrrrdsss...

Our world, depleted sphere of waste

What will pull the tides?

If we harvest the astral delight?

Built on a layer of faeces and sand

[Meticulous:]

Calculatingly concise, an articulate rupture

[Gelatinous:]

Formlessly convulsing without a structure.

[Martyr:]

Incongruous waste of unusual words

[Murmurs:]

Abominable lexicon of verbal indigestion

[Failing]

[Vital]

[Signs]

Extrapolation and devastation

Perfectly humo-centric tastes

Condemnation of our world

Desolate and bleak

One last fetid breath

[The songs of conspiring]

Excluded

A phase

[Elusive lying beings]

Aeolist portentous craze

Signs

Signs of the times

And resistance

Needlessly

Paid for our feed

Without infinite rotation;

Impending solar stagnation.

[Take]

[It]

[Off]

Where is the life we have lost in the living?

Where is the beauty we have consumed in the past?

Where is the need in living in what we know?

Where is the meaning in only chasing cars?

Philistines

Into

The void

Cast out, thrown away

Cracking

Shipping

Instrument of catastrophe

Carbon based anatomies

Interstellar based economies

The lack of profoundness in comprehension

The suspension digested in us all

Life we have lost in living

Grrr

We have to break this down

Split it down the middle

If it won't stop now, pump it good

Blegh!