Days of Autumn by *Pyromaniac
These DaysThese Days by ~Kid-Apocalypse
In the land where even super men die
With sordid secrets in their hands
Politicians don't mean to imply
That the internet is just string and cans
Indifferent to my world, to my rights
And to your ugly face
Death is another festival of lights
The consolation prize of this rat race
Extract the full extent of meaning
From how long stubborn doubt lasts
A drunken pigeon sent careening
Lives longer than the outcasts
Stuck in the dullness of normality
Every truth is a clever feint
Living inside a virtual reality
Children learn the morals they paint
Limited talent and dying beauty
Pays well while scholars starve
Leaders reward negle