Behind the wheel at first
Then comes the thirst
The burst of orgasm
Still a fathomless chasm
But at the fields of moneyless green
The mind comes to keen
A machine no longer machine
When hell first appears
The sight is too fierce
No roar from within
Yellow and grey
United display is achieved
Tantalising decadence
Opalescence for a soul in need
First a dystopia
All black, all grim, all sin
Famine that ravages
Lonely spirit houses savages
Kaleidoscope eyes
No surprise in the skies
The light comes to utopia
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