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The Dying Breed
Old timers, history;4th/5th generation The friends we knew, now just memories A forgotten world past, new bringing AI, technology; what is it we become The past barely existing, rotting away Like dust is to the wind Particles of human flesh decay Our worth, only the price of money Our dignity, forgotten; lost among mankind A broken society disarrayed in their path Dreams of life we consume our souls in screen Sense of hope shatter in riot hate Morality crushed among the ruins of today A free nation they yell as we pay the price Still slave to man we shout for change But to man, the reason we die out our breed All we lived for and fought to achieve The constitution, added/taken from like Bible The new gen, the dying breed we become sin Living just cause it is that we look not But unto our own destruction we lead ourselves Noy not by choice my last breath be it taken Exhale of darkness my soul waits its coming I grow weary as the days approaches end A life forgotten, a Dying Breed once stood A soul once soared, buried in a tomb Down deep in the ground, the Dying Breed The last laid to rest eternal
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