My shortwave intercepted a transmission
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From another dimension
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Decoded in waves of radiation
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White noise and whispering
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And this was the message:
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You are not just an aberration
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You were meant for distinction
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And for importance you were destined
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I ran to share what I’d learned
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Consumed with elation
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But to my amazement
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The elders wouldn’t listen
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They said, “Shut your imagination,
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There is nothing beyond the visible.
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Devote yourself to the legions,
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And pledge assimilation.”
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You left me here for dead
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But I’ll see you again
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You thought that I’d relent
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But I’ve been through you and back again
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The cover up attempts
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Your cold misdirection
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Your wave of propaganda
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Has now been uncovered
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Unmasking your deception
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Has fueled dissemination
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The endless motivation
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Snowballing like infection
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Still driven to dispel myths
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Still escaping the sinking ship
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Still dropping flaming arrows to the middle of the village
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Still dodging their attempts
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Still fighting indifference
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Still amassing countless numbers as we march to take the hill
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As we march to take the hill
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Take The Hill
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| Project 86 |
