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2003-11-13 - 11:01 p.m. molten spew disjointed brew mud and brick and iron sticks somewhat strewn, threw and through civilization in our view degradation of the new much less lively now it's true and who could ask for more, could you? renegade ruling powers that be pride will turn around and see blind is arrogance and his friend the dame complacence till the end cemented in the crumbling mix iron bastions in the bricks rebarb, concrete jungles, we in all of this technology no emerald city by the sea no Nebachadnezz-aristocracy just crumbling technology's obsolesce-scientologyies . hand-me-down systems antiq-wait here, I'll list em . Roman togas and geeks fraternity Greeks Persian-Mede carved mystiques Babylonian freaks Chaldean chow cheeks 69 yin and yangks and a whole world of angst stuck in roles that won't last miserable and typecast it's the family ties and a bowl full of lies it's the kingdom of men and it soon will all end . stone carved without hand at the four winds' command an amazing production a stop to destruction an arranged introduction replacing dead suction with boundless seduction come and grant this demand let the wind blow the sand and the mountain that stays where our paradise lays is the kingdom that grows where the promised land flows � � |