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On shores of constants In times of need Crowd the huddled masses Nurture, the dying seed Come young men of righteous anger, to battlements Their fathers before them supplanted and torn Having instilled their desire to burn the world They release, a primal scream of poetic rhetoric On shores of constants In times of need Crowd the huddled masses Hints at, the dying seed This world a grievous melting *** of greed and adulation With corruption a constant in every hall of power With money at the heart of near all contemplation This world, as Atlantis, deserves to be submerged On shores of constants In times of great need Crowd the huddled masses Grows, the dying seed There shall come a moment crucial to the very fabric of humanity When technology threatens to remove the 'God Gene' from man One final touch-of-a-button, one infinitesimal testimony That once-and-for-all defines, the uniqueness of man On shores of constants, In times of great need, Crowd, the huddled masses Shines, the dying seed...
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
THE DYING SEED
On shores of constants In times of need Crowd the huddled masses Nurture, the dying seed Come young men of righteous anger, to battlements Their fathers before them supplanted and torn Having instilled their desire to burn the world They release, a primal scream of poetic rhetoric On shores of constants In times of need Crowd the huddled masses Hints at, the dying seed This world a grievous melting *** of greed and adulation With corruption a constant in every hall of power With money at the heart of near all contemplation This world, as Atlantis, deserves to be submerged On shores of constants In times of great need Crowd the huddled masses Grows, the dying seed There shall come a moment crucial to the very fabric of humanity When technology threatens to remove the 'God Gene' from man One final touch-of-a-button, one infinitesimal testimony That once-and-for-all defines, the uniqueness of man On shores of constants, In times of great need, Crowd, the huddled masses Shines, the dying seed...
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
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