A new dawn; as the sun sets on
A Bed of Acid. Wisps of green
pave the way to intoxication.
The mindless rabble now has a voice:
Junkies of Capitalism.
They swarm the streets, infesting
all that remains of today; in hope of
A Better Tomorrow.
Fuelled by empty promises,
they flock to their peril.
Their uniformity is kept in check, by
the Emerald Being. It’s thirst for domination
cannot be quenched.
The enslavement of mankind has begun.
