Behold, this is sudden death,
Now this age will draw its final breath,
Like an elder beast hunted down in snow.
To last bury all your hopes,
Live in fear, and bow to fools and popes,
Or refuse and drown in this rotten flow.
Black rainbow slop
Turns sea to bog
Acid falls, penetrating clouds of smog...
O, there is no more trust,
Hopes are ground
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