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Old fashioned values
have always been that way.

Trace their timeline
and draw a boring horizon
onto the edge of the world.

Harking back through nostalgic echoes of echoes, of echoes, of dreams of graspable innocence.
We've dug up the debauchery of the previous generation's secret sordid rooms,
and embraced them as our banner, our emblem, and the seal of this empire.
We live inside 'obsessive lusts' without the pretence of curtains to keep the darkness private.
It is the yearning for release of this ever receding satisfied feeling
that we keep locked inside the lie of hedonistic happiness.
It is through this harking back in nostalgic echoes of dreams of old fashioned values
that have been old fashioned since the serpent's first deception.