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It's the same old story, the same old line.
It seems that everything is ok, everything is fine.
Something is disturbing about this quiet peacefulness.
This warmth and relaxation makes me restless.
Awake me from this dream, release me from my slumber.
Free me and tear this nightmare asunder!
I am wild and uninhibited, an element,
Not meant to be bereft in confinement.
I am meant to soar over land and sea,
I am meant to be free.
So give me a match for this dreamy haze,
I'll set this nightmare ablaze.
Light the match and watch it burn.
Now in this dream it's your turn.
Rise of the Phoenix...
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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