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We live in a perfect world

After all, this is war

There are enough inventors

To supply the masses

With the necessities of moern life

And enough masses

Unwashed or otherwise

To produce even more good

Caring creative men to think

Our space out of a box

And then another and another

Boxes of our childhoods'

Mass neglect and our perfect world

Mirrors our bearded moneyed

Faces of inventors chanting

All of the translations of salvation

Drone of banished circuitry

Bloodeys us makes us sane

This perfect world demands it

We live in a perfect war, after all