Written words upon a pixel screen
Finger printed board and thought out dreams
Become deleted stories, and played out Tories
Generation of immigrants, mummified and gentrified
Brown, green, white and black blend together into grey
Fall away...away into the dawn
The rising son of man is gone
And what is left but scales, clocks and rulers to measure size and time of a world beyond weight
...undetermined fate
May it be said that we were afraid
The reason for boundaries laid
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