Landscapes of skyscrapers vast and vapid;
Billions of fly-foolish souls trapped in ghoulish ego cells
excitedly marketing each other excrement;
Liberal gentiles gifting pseudo silver spoons
to the scabied ravenous,
Donning diagnosis like bar-codes
soul-swooning Hansel sensitives
shuffle single-defiled
into the doomed licentious Narcropolis
sometimes leaving bread trails
of sonorous symphonies, soaring verse,
and opiated still-lives.
"All is vanity."
All is vile verility.
All is vapid velocity.
Come you mushroom-headed city swallowers,
come,
come from and to all earthly angles,
and like burning ghastly angels,
re-awaken our sad and savage grace:
return us our primal ashen purity!
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