Social Rant

I hear a symphony of orchestrated undertones, Thinly veiled with masquerading malcontent; The plethora of shapes made by sound Escalating the calamity of human thought. Substances shift rapidly through manageable doubt Increasing harmonious hazardous by-products Imbued with mechanical perfection and hindsight, Confounding the principles of inexplicable darkness. Transcendental purpose’s with gleeful contempt Mar the terrible beauty of the condemned constructs. Loose fitting ideals with ever encroaching horror Give birth to the rise of conformity and compliance