The Final Procession

Generationally we’re fucked.

Fucked from having it too easy.

Fucked from business prosperity creating luxury goods.

Fucked from adding chains to the links of human connection.

By faith alone no more, God is my tablet,

Watching a musician – record it.

Watching a performance – record it.

Watching safari – record it.

Watching yourself defecate – record it.

The data  we’ve collectively stored that is, in essence, unwatchable – even to ourselves.

Times of posterity in prosperity where we value nothing of value.

Fucked from legal cartels controlling the cogs before we raise our heads from the pillows we dream upon. 

Fucked from the even distribution of stealth, robbing us of the only rights we have through mandatory societal participation.

Fucked by loaded dice and loaded guns.

We have created wonderful things,

Symphonies

Bridges

The NHS

Yet we are cowed daily by the industry of battery human consumption. Exploitation & Degredation,

WE ARE THE MENACE.

We are the monsters under the bed.

We are the feared East and West. 

We are the rifle’s bayonet.

The pestilence.

The plague.

WE ARE THE ENEMY WE KILLED MY FRIENDS.