I am.a person
With DNA
In a world
Of Technology
Here to find you in every way

Track you.down
Number your soul
know where you are
You call that Smart..

In a land of artificial intellegence
Always taking the easy ways out..
To Tell You  Who you are to them
An catorgize you in a place in this world


Rules:
Don't be racist
Exept gays
Dont be critical
You don't get a say

Meanwhile in this system put up
In a day money wont rule everything,

Gold and silver, bronze, Iron an clay
it will be swept up by the wind in a day,

A Divided kindom
partly strong
partly brittle

Money was our currency
"Now we the people," are Just a mixture

We will not remain united
Forming alligences as this is..

All the paín and All the blood shed
All the sacrifice and All the Decite


Their will be a kindom
Of prosparity an crush
those of Other kings