deviant sunshine,
thru dawn to dine
in its seldom glory,
I'll tell a story
of people who prosper,
on those who suffer
some weep in fear,
some feed on tears
The world of mine,
has lost its spine
in the stride of greed,
millions left to feed
you sink in silicon,
drowning everyone
then you won't despise,
when my laughter cries
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