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Metropolitan - 209 Factitious mountains crown the plains Yersinian symptoms sprawl like blains Inversely proportional is kin to ken The mature [Greek letters] became like men I call the blacksmith not to fade Reside in patience on 11th grade The iron era is yours to win Mount the skylines an spawn your kin Adamantine flush affects all veins It is no longer mortal life that reigns The magma core inside the termite hill The gift of matter is open still Downwards our deeds aspire Upwards is our mind's desire Sidewards through eternal shadows of blue Backwards into blur without any clue Down below the marrow's arid crust Earthly veins get parched by rust A hidden apprehension's germination The final seal if man's determination The more, the closer - the marrow got rude An odd magnetism of solitude While identity is made by alien reflection I relocate my dot within the matrix section Urban rooting without population A thousand strangers called "population" Lone wolf temper within scores of sheep The pool we're drowning in will never seep So I long for the roots of my city, so I dig for the origin ground Where the lupa proved the triumph of pity Lies a reason for that place to found Birth-giver equals live-taker equals peacemaker equals god Bone-setter equals life-fetter equals root-digger versus god I will cure the plague by now - I will find myself somehow Let me set this world aflame - down is up and you're to blame