This existence it reeks of inadequacy
A convalescence with no avail
The avarice sewn now in full bloom
And a monotonous culture patiently awaits their fate
The were fools to accept the stringed role, the instrument
Fulfilling the desires of the powerful, the wicked
To live ones life as though enslaved
Their thoughts alone that built the cage
And now there is no time for expansion
The great contraction has begun
The words were spoke but fell upon a world of deaf ears
Controlled by a fear of choice
And the consequences it may bring
This stagnancy, the end of progression
To think such apathy could end any other way
Its not hard to see, the end is coming
All hail the bleak demise of obsolete creation (lay to rest)
The sun has set on the age of man (primitive)
Behold, the final casualty of the sixth extinction (misery)
A beautiful, poetic ending
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