Aeon
the age of our creation blooms
bursting from the solid earth
let it be our masters' doom
and true life begin to birth
from hollow shells that live and die
seeking only selfish things
thru existence multiply
the good of life and what it brings
let our task be speaking truth
seeing with 3 open eyes
bringing in a troubled youth
enbracing them with joyful crys
let us learn from our creator
how we too make paradice
spread from poles to the equator
lest we fall from men to mice
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