This Hollow Age
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The grim skeletons complain about Time.
Faithful poets lament the death of God.
Modern prophets can't perceive warning signs.
Political mandarins merely nod
Like obedient worms. Hyenas dance
On the graves of lions. One trick ponies
Are worth billions of dollars. What chance
Is there of real change? It's all a pipe dream!
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