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The cities falling down, sick with concrete disease.
Outdated methods of labor aggregation cease.
The streets are caustic, oil slick and vapors free.
The ground is shaking straining to support debris.
Nature of architecture, how do you cultivate
the beams that build the city that spiral centrally?
No set of blueprints, no diagram or master plan.
The sprawlâs organic. Embrace decay as we expand.
Components of the future must have been locked away.
I see the city changing, degrading every day. S
chematic the hope, scan progress and take away
remedies for failed solutions. Black clouds burn down endlessly.
Weâre gonna burn it down and then weâll let it go.
Weâre gonna light it up and then weâll let it show.
Itâs about time to change the cityscape.
Itâs about time to clear the databass.