Bryce & pro.A city built to dance in skies,
technomage heart in Angel's guise,
on golden wing, her beauty flies,
built on gold and blood and lies.
The rich float through life in luxury,
the poor survive in abject poverty,
when the harsh winds start to lull,
they force the poor to shine the hull.
It's always fun to watch them fall,
as they descend they seem so small,
no cares, just check the stats,
those fuckin' poor, they breed like rats!
But in the city's vile bowels,
revolution grows and howls,
we all know what happens then...
...history repeats itself again.
The sky is a
freebie. Credit where credit is thankfully due.