Color Wheel

Left the valley of confusion
In the nick of time
Saw the flood of extinction
Dinosaurs are out of their prime
The armoured mammal
And the oppressed shrews
Climb the shale and porcellanite
to travel time that will be just right

Using the machine's
Color wheel
The last missing piece
The one to avoid a travel crease
To give a collective reveal

As the sticks are left behind
Those next in line will find
gruelling tasks and callousness
Should've seen the imbalance



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Dommaschk
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