the year was 2019 and humanity was afflicted with a terrible sickness
it was a time when harmony and destruction existed side by side
actually they were neighbors almost everywhere you looked
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all throughout history those without imagination sought after riches
but the price of their luxury was the suffering of others
long ago this troubling contradiction inspired a story called progress
and this story silenced all other possible futures
but in the gaps and gasps, those with imagination persisted
and passed down an affinity for continuity and compassion
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as time went on a paradox grew within the story of progress
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now new generations arrive in a world simultaneously
alienated from history and obsessed with connection
and now growing up is not about a loss of innocence
but an active refusal of ignorance
the year is 2019 and a humanely interconnected future is possible, 
once a life-denying story of progress is rendered obsolete.