I’ll catch you on the information super highway,

where the history of the future is written.

A world-wide wonder created for today,

they say our future is data driven.

If the history of the future is to be written,

this motor of modern society is the place.

Human destiny will be data driven,

in the digital networked cyberspace.

The motor of modern society is the ...

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You contemplate the birds aloft the cieling's aperture

They adulate your company

Yet you are not a flatterer

If naturally so uppity

Your adulated company

It might be worth a shot

You're usually so uppity

Tonight you're all I got

May be it's worth a shot

The crows commence to caw

Tonight, they're all I've got

Look there- that one's a daw

The crows ...

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In case you didn't know,
And so you will remember,
Just think of what you hold,
And here is something simple,

And, so you will remember,
I'm tying this string on your finger.
Here is something simple,
Of why you came to be there.

I'm tying this string on your finger,
And mind your mother,
Of why you came to be there,
Think why we took the bother.

And mind your mother,
When you l...

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what takes over,
mindless words?
whatever comes
of interest?

mindless words
are no surprise,
your interests
are on autopilot

it's no surprise
whatever comes,
you're on autopilot,
it's what takes over

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A butterfly flaps its wings,

A fluttering of wild intent,

As a wind stirs softly

Lifting up a fragile thing.

A fluttering of wild intent,

The mantis strikes swiftly

Lifting up a fragile thing,

Now it becomes dinner.

The mantis strikes swiftly

But fails to note the other

Now it becomes dinner

For a hungry forest frog.

It fails to note the othe...

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Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)

Underneath the rat infested streets
dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Enshrouded in their grimy, night-soiled sheets.
- thrown to the devils down below.

Dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Plague pits rampant all around Aldgate.
Thrown to the waiting devils down below -
unmarked graves meant no one knew their fate.

Plague pits rampa...

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Jack

Stainless steel glistens in the gaslight

it cuts through gravity and sinew.

Whitechapel is mine tonight

nobody knows what I will do.

It cuts through gravity and sinew

when you hold it right.

Nobody knows what I will do

If you put up a fight.

When you hold it right

Just one swing and you are through

If you put up a fight

I’ll cut you in two

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