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Crumbling Sands From the viewing glass Images in mosaic roll past Weaving a monolithic tapestry And from the palm of my hand Entire lifelines are like crumbling sands Fleeting in their greatest triumph of unknown glory A falsified image, catering to your vanities Consume the culture, smothered in your insecurities Survey the wasteland upon my throne of depravity Your shallow views sicken me I can set you free Instead you will drown in societal putridity For you are nothing but slaughter feed A byproduct of never ending greed Disintegration enveloping Twisted relentless conditioning Distances contract Yet our separation becomes deeper From the window we retract This subconscious reaper Masked by the mechanism To ensure our compliance A technological prison envisioned To disrupt our
