The Depths of Mans Searching
The Human Race acts with a semblance of virtue,
if only for our illusion.
Yet, if his goals are reached, and not his passions,
he will be an automaton.
Striving through all the endless wars that he fights,
satisfying the traditions.
Searching for the golden heroin, the great deceiver,
who claims to buy love.
So the mystery remains, where will mankind find,
their eternal dimension?
The question was written with scratches on sandstone,
of what he might find.
And whether the great expectations through antiquity,
will finally be received!
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