** Decline to fall **
These slow thoughts
To tightly strung motes
Blindly primordially moving forward
So graceless reticent and awkward
No fire or flint or axe
Bare handed barbarism in every act
The social morals we have unlearnt
Technologies used given not earnt
We hold everything up to derision
On great projects make no decision
Neutered and cowardly we have stopped
Innovation adventure and exploration budget chopped
Our last death throes of society
Becoming a bland delusional entity
The entire human race in our thrall
Now watch as Western Civilisation fall.
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