Beneath the sparkling stars,
we are lulled to fitful sleep
by the great deceit
of the electronic theater
While the oceans swim
with the refuse of our gluttony,
mutated produce
fills the holes of hunger
not already sopped
in the rot of
sugared dreams
In bloated discontent,
we pacify ourselves
with stupidity.
Succumbing
to the dark sunset
of the dying world
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