[UnbornBuddha]

What has made civilization retrograde?
Maybe it's the masochist's quest for pain
Or our obsession with sex with babes
Who maintain their figure through anorexic ways
Because magazines don't glamorize extra belly weight.
Our bodies poisoned through biogenetic grain
Monsanto's trials are a disgrace to the scientific name
Snake oil peddlers making prolific claims.
Evangelists say our destiny is a hellish fate
Could be, because even little kids write texts with hate
"Equality on all levels" is a Proletariat phrase
Not everybody could command a chariot's rein
We're all soaked in various rains
Some more acidic than others, the 1000 myriad things
Everything is a result of change, the mysterious gem
Proposed by Yi Jing, where the variant stems;
Earthly branches and celestial stems are the earliest steps
Toward the calculation of everything in the heavenly realm
Contaminated by our own bodily produced enemy cells.
The quaternary period summarized in our chemical trails
The genesis of the cybernetic means our memory fails
Microchip weaponry signifies our legacy well.
No more vision quests, insight through Ecstacy pills,
Sensual exploration, mental aberation, off centered constellation.
Gut fermentation, malignant cough expectoration,
Such demonstrations obviously interrupt concentration.
What the shamanistic valued is traded for endless valium
Where you see
That we're all individualistic cartoons, sketches of you
Stretching as far and wide as the vacuum of space;
Darkness innate makes even our shadows go faint
Our original personality slain, only our statues remain
Stone marble faces, whose immortality is valued at change
Mere cents, because we've vilified valor mundane.
We've become solutes, and only our particles remain
Dreams of being poet laureates are an arbitral phase
Akin to the flower children radical craze
Yet, in this case, there is no magical cave that the natural gave
Except the intoxicated malaise brought by tabernacle games
Where we lose our aim, in nonrational raves
Become sane, press play on Bach, and others from the classical age.
The name of who we were once--- is trapped in shackled chains
Scattered throughout the six directions of the cardinal plane
Yet, remnants are readily seen in our organelle's shape
Every atom in our body is a worshipful slave,
To the intrinsic order that the oracle made
The spiritual pray, but life itself is already a miracle taste
Unseen, because of the anger boiling in a criminal's veins
Who went the route because no one can live on minimal wage
An unlivable pay, with more dubious uncertainties than Monsanto's clinical case
It's almost a satirical way to send us early on to our mythical grave
Why is it mythical? because the lyrical don't die.
They cause more miracles than the biblical can cite.