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One of the many
Part of the whole
Nothing you or I could ever have stole All in the mold
doing what we're told
Escapism, the etheric ideal
No way to steal
Per this ticket
Per this pass
So it is known
Drinking from the same mirrored glass
Each indicted
Encapsulated in the System That enslaves us
Looking for the faces of the ones Who evade us
Without....
Within....
Crumbling citizen
Stands to fight
Armored in light
Spectrum full
Over glow pure
Rainbow beams expand the sky Hearts vibrate
Tune... Unite
One moment of linked consensus time
About the Creator
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