Ode to BsAs

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Ode to BsAs

Spires in mist, the boulevards of grace,

As good as ever, better than ever, never before so great,

Progression is perpetual.

Blood shed, babies born,

We take growth from the stain.

People fall,

Or persevere,

Death and art,

Progression is perpetual.

The city

Always grows,

With it’s history.

We are for nothing,

If not for this, foremost.

Incessantly,

The city

Flickers, moves, breathes, ever-expanding.

Cafés and parks,

Are not permanent.

Buildings are significant,

But

Will

Go.

Growth and history

Are forever,

Progression is perpetual.

Not

For the weak,

Not

For the irresolute,

Is this city.

For

The passionate,

For

Those that are aware,

Your home

Is here.

Not

For the fickle,

Be a true judge upon yourself,

The beauty

And glory,

The pomp

And misery,

All reside here,

Are to be taken

As one.

Always bear in mind,

Progression is perpetual.

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