I am millennial.
The generation of denial.
One without identity.
The age of scattered souls
and shattered goals.

The age of miserable creatures
In a memorable features
page of lost descendants.
The age of treason by friends
and act of kindness by enemies.

An old age obsessed in days of guns and dirty scandals.
An age hypnotized in lusts
and filling the bun in the oven.
An age throttle by pride and proud.

The unfathomable generation
Penetrating in madness and machines.
Sobbing bitter deformity hearts.
The age of the dead, silent dreams.
The age of unsatiated.

By: the surgical poet
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Sonador (the dreamer)
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