The Pale People
Lengsel
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The wax sensation
Cultivated alienation
Like swarming bees
Are the pale people
Robed in plastic fiber wings
Lowered sails, roaring wind
Ambition melting down
Sticky, wet alien-eyes
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The loss of a generation
Deprived and detached
From divinity
An era of insolence
The crowded head
And broken heart
The fallen flesh
And wants at hand
Oh but the number!
Thousands upon thousands
Corpus torn asunder