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Spitnautical:
Truth be told, who lives at the end is still loosely unknown,
I’m obviously sold but the problem writ bold is the absence of information
[That] leaves us to half guess and sit and wait, until we access this different place,
And if that’s that, we run risk of a massive shift in weight,
Where the ones we attacking switch to chase us,
Back us into the corner of the living space we invading,
[I’m] getting fidgety they could have made infinite changes,
Just think of shit they could arrange for us, given they grew up in the field we step blindly
[I’m] thinking we boot up the computer and connect to the actual network,
Of data that is tethered to average crafts since the factory send off

Inflorescent:
Understandable fear, but where you think those average crafts end up,
When they try to bend law, and dip off?
Right into the bent claws and dripping jaws, of the same forces who we fence off
We too far to just spitball; we glitched through the wall it’s simple: we connect we risk all

Spitnautical:
While danger is there,
We now near the area where we can bounce through the barrier of a region,
[That] institutions can’t bridge for any reason,
A deep new sector in the deep dark sea we cruise in,
A murky gulf that’s fluid, and should be reviewed and inspected -- lest we dive blindfolded

Inflorescent:
Listen, all decent and fine motives;
We fly uncharted over wide ocean
But, my gripe is, I think we might get left lifeless,
By those with access to track and trap us if we try connecting
What if the sky opens and they roll in with weapons… threatening?

Spitnautical:
If the chase is resurrected, we do what we do best, make an exit
My direction brought us this far, please just trust my assessment





Inflorescent:
I’m compressed by the pressure, torn, and honestly worn out, from this war for our right to be ignored,
But if you think my trepidations are more of the same hesitation
That got us canned in the first place then… let’s chance it…
I’m game for a gambit where we gain understanding
Click clack now kick back and render the planet candid…

Spitnautical:
Piece together shards of the readings ‘bout their star,
And the creatures that evolved within the reaches of its warmth

Inflorescent:
I’m fixin up the histories of civilizations, digging up their mysteries,
It isn’t exactly presented as a list to me,
So give patience, i’ll flip the signals, and tinker with info that given to me,
And dissipate the fake shit and fuzz that’s clouding our inquiry
... It’s coming into organization: the whole world is post industrialization,
A full thorough honed-in investigation,
Shows its several hundreds years past breakin’ nuclear stages,
But I see little non-geographical segregation,
A worldwide coalition, might be raised in,
The name of non-nation based correlation, and coordination,
A well formed swarm of faces,

Spitnautical:
Cut to the chase

Inflorescent:
Well what’s takin’ place, is an advancement beyond what the logs had to say,
This is no small shack in the middle of a swamp,
It’s mega cities sewn tightly by military law,
State organized labor, a collected attitude of gratitude and pride amongst the people,
Boots, and helmets, they’re not exactly feeble

Spitnautical:
C’mon cut to the chase

Inflorescent:
The guns that we’ll face are collectively aimed,
and big… like big, big, big
Rigged to kill, made to fill great spaces with disparate steel,
That splits your grill, rips through thick shields and leaves skin peeled
Explosives that slow the flow of their oceans,
A sky littered with satellites that can focus, at hyper speeds and incinerate commotion--

Spitnautical:
Well how we gonna think of strategy ‘fore we close in?
What’s that?
That sound bouncin’ around from all points of the ship,

Inflorescent:
Oh shit fuck that, It’s a warning,
Quick run to the back,
Something’s forming near, it could be the forces feared
Nightmare’s coming to life, check the glass

Spitnautical:
Yep you’re right they’re comin’ to arrest our ass…