Unforgotten dreams flow deep from within.
Forsaken beliefs drown in sorrow from sin.
Our hearts are hardened without faith and belief.
We will lose more freedoms, before any relief.
Traffic stops but continues to hide the truth, we seek.
Strong values build up into what is called weak.
Future divisions hold the key to what we will find.
Cataclysms’ true dealings that do not fade, only blind,
As stories unfold with un-known facts, it feeds.
These things are not what anyone ever needs.
We forget our past, the world is flat, it does end.
There is nothing to the west, for to seek or fend.
Though it was proven that this world is not flat,
Though it was proven westerly sails, proved that.
We hear now, there is nothing in space that will live.
Though soon we shall hear, what the frontier will give.
What it has given to us is technology that moves fast.
Beyond this new boundary, belief needs to truly last.
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