How did it . . .
Where did things . . .
How did things get . . .
So amiss
The need to express
Gone now
No desire left
To expend
Instead
Revel roll bask
As swine happy in
A quagmire
Of degradation via
Preaching to the choir
Endless consumption
Expenditure of shebang
Even each other
Abusing sacred produce
With a contempt given
Cannon fodder
This that once
An oath sworn upon
To defend to the death
Beautiful
Bliss
So how it blossomed
Into this
Pit like rut of liquid concrete
A to B conveyor
Purveying coercion
The jolt sold like a slide
Wheee!
Build it up
Knock it back down
Just to build another
An end goal called progress
To hide its true master

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