Reading for the insolent 
Books are for the simple minded 
Love is for the childish 
Hope only for the missing 
Salvations for the saved 
Art burns in hatred for the abstracted thinker
Beauty is a store bought image 
Prayer is a naive song 
History is dead 
Technology invades our homes bring about the Dark Age 
We’ve reached the panicle of today 
And were racing for the fall