The Milennials

You prostrate yourselves before your desires 

and break the veil between you and your reflection

domestication and reputation 

legislation and temptation

Evictions and natural selection

From the sound to a quarrel mind

To quiet the voice forever is to die

you're hip, you're the milennials with emojis in your heart 

Those Gods..

Major and Minor 

drowned in the troubles 

you've poured in a cup that runneth over the 

surely the goodness and the mercy that would have followed thee

for all thy days and thy nights

swayed you are in the wind whenever they please

oh hue-man have you no say?

Microwave society 

will have you decay 

hurried to the grave

Muzzle is the concrete for the jungle