There lies the deepest sea.
Though cold in waves mid ocean caves,
The dark is mystery.
Then as my mind begins to wind,
A chasm is alight.
This zephyr born of physics torn
Is fragile as it's bright.
A notion clear, it does appear,
An origin of race:
A people founded in the sound
Ideal of progress' pace.
They built new land where there was none,
Found truth amongst dismay
By planting seeds for metal trees,
They burnt this world away
With trouble spent and victory won,
They moved to claim the sky
We make our homes with rubble thrones
And bid the new goodbye
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