The End Is NearWe generate, consume, hooked on a drug. Feeding a habit of day old discarded toys, power cords tied in a noose, radiation reheating ready-made meals packaged in plastic plugging holes in the ground that is stripped bare, raped, of ore to build between us and our past, of ancient trees, fossils we burn to feed our greed and turn our world that used to turn on it's own. Now bloated apes sit in steel trees, hands on the wheels, they turn, gears lock, diodes light and blind us from the sun. The end is near. I can feel it, something in the air, &nThe End Is Near
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Ride, ride, ride, rideeeee.
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