VERSE 1 (Alexandrah)
I wish youd listen more,
Just a minute
Previous to genius killing vision in its grip
And placing blame upon the soul-full unafraid
We knew the trade,
Danger of elite game
Technologically advanced, but now insane with power
Spirit pained and left by way
Makes lost-in-past syntax we have today
That we have to deal with,
Whats the problem with my genius?
Too attached to ever leave it
Silent for the new achievement but
What I long to witness is the equal shift
Of lifted gadgetry to intuition by
Genius giving up its selfish tact,
And bringing praise of spirit back
Pay respect upon the debt incurred
By non-belief when soul was speaking,
Called simplistic by a name familiar to
Those regulars who think intelligence a competition
Missing opportunity to be a real show embarrassment,
The care is not,
The care is NOT spewing tools to ax the problem,
Rather asking haver how they aptly solve them Selves
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