The world we've created is vicious
Dark, cold and unforgiving
Leaving many a mind suspicious
To the treasures that aren't for taking.
It's a world where exquisite minds, meet the simple minds
And place mines along the path of so called success.
They deceive, persuade and steal
So that treasure we so desire
Will evidently be kept sealed.
And when the realizations begin
And the pawns slowly grow and learn
Beware when that day comes
Revolution-the word being hummed
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