Year Zero P.3: (2021)
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No more miracles:
Nostrils now caked in snowstorms
Of cocaine. No more
Miracles, as no modern
Lazarus will rise
From the dead. No more progress
Just more glitches in
A deeply imperfect system.
No more silence as
Disembodied voices haunt
Grey, modern landscapes
No more stillness as
The roaring world continues to
Crash like hell
Into our living spaces.
No more future,
Only the treadmill of days.
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