Dear Sedated Consumer,

Evidently I don't care
And surely you must know
That God is dead in the heart
And fallen to the flow
A God you love a God you hate
Is dead and buried not to find
That electronic internet
And TV rule you little minds
How long you sit and watch TV
How much you type and type
Passing little chain letters around
Full of lies and hype
Clever poems like this and
Stories of tragedy
Just pass this letter to all you know
And that's the remedy?
I will not speak of other things
Like GAP Mandy Moore or NSYNC
Or stupid dancing and hollow lies
None of which makes you truly think
Just watch and sit and be sedated
And let us take your cash
By feeding you a bullshit stew
And let us leave here fast
Simple minds are pleased by simple things
That's how the world goes round
But what if society ends
And in the wilderness are you found?
Do you know the right leaves
Or trees or seeds or fruit to eat?
Or will you starve so civilized
Waiting for fancy seasoned meat?
A time will come an age I love
When society will die
Cities buried beneath plants
No pollution in the sky.
Your wretched society
Will finally come falling down
How do you hope to pick up the pieces
When you've fallen scattered lying on the ground?

Thanos,
The Fallen Necromancer