What we believe in is stale
We need new things
New avenues
New architecture for faith
New gods and new enemies
And new horrors and new adjectives
We need video game reset
We have believed too long in dire need
And have lost outward momentum
We need propulsion
Escape capsule
Generation starships to carry us dead and dying and living and stagnant into the new reality
We have outstayed the day
Overbooked reservations in seedy motels
There are new dogmas untouched in the supermarket aisles
We are broken things
And no mechanic to twist
The wrench in our behalf
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