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On the train to nowhere
Here the arbitrary is imperative
A most real illusion of benefit
Sacred plebeian droves

Catastrophically great anti-utopia - Goddamn spires of Babel

Once this race betrayed potential
Now held hostage to its own name
Itself to fight and nourish
Itself to buy and cheat and blame

Legacies resound over barren plains
The void reclaims all seats
Only entropies persist
No other faith has claims this complete

Leveled all over - Incoherent endurance
That unwinnable balance of continents!

So where the imperative is arbitrary
At least disband slavery in the momentary
Sharpen soul and blade - for the end is long since made..

To behold the distress of the multitudes in ironic melancholia
Oh so you want some of that which we nare capable? Ah!

We who dare to live demoralized, we who grasp nature's denomination
To imagine higher things than good and evil..
Belief in the Olympus, but never in the Crucified!

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