and fog-clouded judgment;
unwanted, useless machines
sitting in joyless snow;
old titans crumbling under
the weight of brazen avarice;
masses living in fear of
being swept into canyons
whose floors cannot be seen;
grasping, clutching appetite,
its open maw obscene with
voraciousness;
warriors in distant horizons,
left to deal with slow motion
catastrophes;
blind "prophets" yammering
poison into frightened ears;
lives dragging on in routinized
mindlessness;
seething hatred straining the
leash of weakening restraint;
paper houses swept away
in torrents of foolish regret;
massive hopes placed on
slender shoulders.
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