i am the Ides, together we march

to the sound of bagpipes and vocoders.
into war my friends, but not into battle.
meritocracy is an ideal and we are idealists.
the lifetimes of genocides will come to an end
if we let the beats build unto broken hearts.
life is a disc and we are the jockeys.
break it down.

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