Grace
‘I’ve turned on the light, my eyes move to focus.
This world cannot be bleak no more.
The deep sounds tremble, helicopters pass by,
Media scattered abrupt as if a hellish creature roars.
I’ll tell you a story, a world, an old world.
This is not just one world;
there is never anything in space.
Things form from grace;
we are all a part of that grace
yet the bad souls cloud with haste.
This is our own entire journey.
The past but not all has been forgotten,
the human can be as powerful as them all,
sadly our instinct paths can be corrupted
the lives that we lead will sooner or later fall.’
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