As you boomers bloom;

Your love filled anger looms.

With joy and hatred you forged me!

Weak, decrypted and stoked in emotion I have come to be;

Barely breathable is the air around,

With your grip up me, it is heavy!

In the metal crypts of fortune we discovered consensus,

Her ability brings us to Freedom and liberty 

from the skyscrapers of thought that have forever possessed everything within me. 

Children of millennia we have hope!

Our elders would make it look like a rope,

doing everything to send us into a nihilistic despair.

I look at those around me in hysteria with no concern,

When will anyone learn. No point talking to the deceived, in their righteous trans. 

I have come and I shall perform my own dance...