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</ x x \> The </ x x \>
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| @ | Hogs of Entropy | @ |
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/\__^__/\ present... /\__^__/\
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BUUUURP BUUUURP
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The Wrecking Ball
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A <<-HoE->> Poem.
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By --> FuZzY
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Release Date: 09/05/94
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FOUR SCORE AND TWENTY YEARS AGO
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our fore fathers broke the ground
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To dig the foundations of a new nation
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With careful attention and tender slave exploitation
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There, in society's foundation,
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lies a reason for the dark violence around us.
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Since those early days of the FIRST civil way,
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The architects of our micro-world, our city and suburbs,
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have built up the country with metal and plactics,
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Built up a towering, iron-wrought America.
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I was taught America
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was strong, high and long
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Reached the sky, nothing wrong, America.
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The great Steel Builing Nation
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Shimmering in frozen sunlight
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Perfect, stream-lined shell
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Mirror windows keeping eyes out.
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Now, we witness the crumbling.
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'Cause the Office building
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is all full of starving, angry children
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Who, night after night, go awfully cold
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Awfully bare and bombarded
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Cold hearted, insensitive and incensed.
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The violated tenents are becoming violent.
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Can we blame them? Yes! No!
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Who's the friend and who's the foe?
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Even the architects can't see where this line should go.
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The corporate penhouse offices
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Rise above our heads,
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Ride the city
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Like the streets are waves
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And office holders are the crest.
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Smiling white, foaming
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at the mouth.
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NOW, WE WITNESS THE LOW TIDE.
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As the building sways in a gust of distrust,
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Dark sparks fly into our eyes
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As we build up, BUILD UP, BUILD UP to the Sun--
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filled days of our ever--Present Hades;
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We build so high, but hell follows us into the heavens
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And lurks between our cubical walls.
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There's no shade from trees that stand so far below,
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No parents to train us, or comfort us in woe
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the children and trees get hacked at, burned and bleed.
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Why do we keep killing the things we need?
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Rhetorical questions echo all over the media screen,
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The networks scream:
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"STOP THOSE TEENS!"
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And I just look away and think how pitifully short their memory is,
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Like a siv, sifting out how brutal history is.
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Teens act now as grown men have always lived.
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The TRICKLE DOWN VIOLENCE
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drips it's red substance
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down the sky slicing building
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Down the generation X
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Why?
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ZAP!
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The thick walls of America ward away the light
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Warn away all innocence
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Don't dare stay too close
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To the walls of repulsing personalities,
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Cults and creative destroyers,
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Red with frustration, hard like a brick.
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How do I feel, what do I feel as I walk the corridor?
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I feel glaring eyes, and spiteful words, discouraging thoughts
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And parched spirits with not enough spirit
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to get out from behind cubical--neighbors
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and make good or do good.
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I feel dead again and again and again,
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Like my nerve endings have no beginings.
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I go pulsating and feeling my way out
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through the roars and raunch
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All around me, searching for restored morality
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In this chasmm of thickening anomy,
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I'm sickened by the sights,
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Saddened by our plight,
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I call out: "How long till we learn to live together right???"
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Humanity is cracking to peices
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Constantly at the end of history
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Where do we finally find the final way,
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The Glorious truth, the enlightening day?
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That peace lies strewn across
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Man's inner landscapes
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And seems as likely to come about
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As adam and eve making apple pie
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in a microwave.
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Peace resides in humble homes
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That the rumbling tones
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Of darkness cannot penitrate.
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Peace prospers as people's perspectives are perfected.
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Peace walks on the bridges that span the space
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Between the many worlds that now exist blindly side by side,
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never touching.
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Peace comes to families that walk side by side
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down the center of the road;
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Eating half of what they could, giving all they can
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To their fellow man-
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dated makers of the world view - earth shapers.
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As the building collapses
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from the top down
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From the bottom up
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The tenents must remember that the ground awaits our return
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Awaits the collapes followed by the rebuilding,
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a new building made of moral materials.
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Peace begins when puzzling shards of enlightenment
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Are pieced together to mirror our dreams
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And beam our struggle upward out through the universe
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Like some magic sattlelite
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Flooding Earth in a sunrise of sweet hope.
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(c)opythisdown FuZzBaLl Productions
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