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The thoughts of mankind is destruction to self
As mankind made the self king above all
Of destructive ways.
Its not the purpose of its intended birth
Yet, it's the mission unfolded incomplete
To show not mankind's strong holds
But merely mankind's weakness.
For in its earthly demise like all other
We hear silence, vultures waiting, again again
Tears streaming, roaring, like wild rivers
A vicious circle not learning a thing
Arise those asleep, live if you can
Awake to the sound deep within
Rejoice to the Master of the Ages.