At the pinnacle of a pyramid
No voice will remain unsung
An empire, an ideal prime
As old Babylon blasts higher
The wary grow older
Society withers away from innocence
All engines glowing
The man at the end smiles
A palace full of lovers and well-wishers
Persistent and relentless for peace and manna
Prejudice towards color
The love for rainbow
Up and Forward
Searching for more questions
Day after Day
We strive to define ourselves with murder
Carefully culling the rejected from the rest
The final answer to trouble is death
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