All aboard for Al Araf.

They Mechanistically march In a tacit belief stampede. Antiquated opiates mellifluously Conduct the melancholic smiles, Electronic temples propagate Perceptions of the self, Columns of Collagen lips suckle On an empty whore’s milk, A sardonic apparatus Producing anesthetized catharsis; All in the name of plastic fortitude Which creeps toward a flickering flame.