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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required AND THE TOIL OF THE GODS WAS GREAT part1 {I close my eyes and see you there, looking at me. I watch myself watch you. As I look at us in mind I wonder to myself if I’m seeing myself watching you then who am I.} Ten thousand years the time that’s past and during the years all our knowledge was lost Stolen and hidden often misused, twisted distorted or simply fake. Now in the end at this precipice we start to grasp the weight of the cost For too long now we have been blinded to what is real and what’s at stake Our cosmos a chaotic symphony blanketed in an ocean of time An entire race of beings without eyes to see and the minds of children Left here clueless alone stumbling clumsily in the dark waiting for a sign So much disconnection has transpired since we freed ourselves from Eden Much too obvious are planet is not like us, who or what we are A circus of gloom bent on destruction to ignorant and riddled with fear Out in space there where many thriving worlds all rotating around its motherly star We have been exiled here we deserve the freedom no longer should we toil here Our failure to see life for what it is, its unique and a space-time miracle Any life, anywhere, in the vastness of time a single blade of grass is precious and rare As we consume and devour our forsaken garden for material that is tangible A young and dieing world full of slaves and orphaned souls, a heavy cross to bear
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