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In unity colour, faith doesn’t matter

As one gender and sexuality distraction,

If we allow ourselves to be divided

The the only winners are the oligarchs,

That self serving greedy mob feeding off of us

Forget the differences of whatever is your class,

If they get their way they’ll turn us all to dust

Using the advanced technologies to replace us,

For the machines that work without breaks or cash

This is the dystopian future in this you must trust,

To them we all just objects in their way

To making the ultimate financial gain,

They don’t want us around can’t you see this much is really plain,

They plan on cybernetic robots to take the strain,

And if you think that’s too far fetched then take a look again,

They don’t care for us.