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Humankind

Give me a quite room with a pen and book Let me tie my shoes and reminisce about old school, Underneath these massive rocks of my mountainous youth Let me unleash the hidden truth. What will come after modified food? Let me meet the man behind the essence of this rule, In those mountains serving as mirrors To see those wonderful creatures living outside our loop. We cry not for those who had to choose. Give me the higher purpose in these lanes To reveal those hidden names. What about the edited books? With thousands of words omitted Dozens of pages missing, facts that were never quoted And the summary of twisted words From those distorted hearts and souls. We are divided by neighborhoods and classified like stooks. Centuries of homicides, genocides And piles of dead bodies lying by the valley side, Out of all animals we are on top of the food pyramid We decide who live or die as our extinction approaches quick. Few fear the words they remember when they are pissed.

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