[ TT ] Re-Imagine

Where the children weep 
 
 The chains are oiled 
 
 Where the aging relics of the past 
 
 Find dust collecting thick 
 
 The alternates die 
 
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 A man may see 
 
 AT & T 
 
 Exon Mobile, Tide 
 
 Monsanto, and the dying cast of Princess Bride 
 
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 Lonely 
 
 Roads of dread 
 
 Converge as one 
 
 A kaleidoscope 
 
 Of morbid monochrome 
 
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 A man may go 
 
 To a silent Kyoto 
 
 Past the oil graves 
 
 And swim among the corpse ridden waves 
 
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 Interjection. 
 
 Little things still grow 
 
 So the child sees 
 
 In the mold and mud 
 
 So the child goes 
 
 Though she is thin 
 
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 The little one 
 
 Plods on 
 
 With stroke of hand 
 
 From heart to finger 
 
 And brush to-
