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We walk
Thin bridges of gravel and tar
Atop raging rivers of
Waste and failed babies
Oh the failed expierement
Oh we the proud killing
Machines
Great definers of time
Builders of towers
To wants of more
Tumble forward
Through time
To the great beyond
Kneeled to god
Whisper quiet
Of the times we
Strolled cocksure
Head held high
Away from the stench
Of the truth of it all
When gods extended
No further then the length of our nose