Planes are lined up lines
And lines are lined up points
But points, they have no size
With which to make these joints

How can an area be without
A base unit clearly defined?
How can there be a greater good
Without the "man" in "mankind"?

The basis of Geometry
Disproven in one thought
Delegation of a phantom space
Education now distraught
You took what you believed in
And you wrote it down in pen
But you should have used a pencil
Now you'll have to start again

How can a body survive if not
For atomic self-certainty?
How can there be a redfruit bean
Without the redfruit tree?

The full manipulation
Of the problem now at hand
Solely rests with those who see it
In those who understand
The difficulty being
It's a system that's controlled
A math that we depend upon
A math that's without soul

How can a race continue on
With sentient goal in mind
And purport to move ahead
With nothing substantial behind? Song: Poche's Geometric Deconstruction Theory 1

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