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Desolate geometric shapes

The breeding grounds of man

Spreading like putrid parasites

On the face of the earth

Can you feel it in the air, now?

They think they've always been here

A world that is forever, broken

Let's create something new

Hearing the words

of this cosmic being

I begin to wonder

About the meaning of existance

The voice of nature, am I

Let's create a new beginning

Is this what your heart, desires?

Let's design something new