I am the melancholy man who lives the melancholic dream
In the concrete jungle that grows per diem
I have lived my life by the rules they gave
A mere monotone of a monotonous regime,

I was made on mass down on the factory floor
By the factory men whom were factored before
Manufactured drones making a mere jackslave
Perpetuated imperfections of heretofore,

Yet providence and chaos for change often conspire
To cast of the robes of the gray friar
Washing away thier lies in a in a maddening wave
Showing the truth behind the veil of fire.

Colm Hayes

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