The Earthly Plane
The making of children,
the forgotten son.
The heart is barren,
like a setting sun.
Presence of the stars,
the spread of mankind.
The search for a God,
and the Great Divine.
Press on to the future,
a paradise found.
When the night has ended,
and the Moon is bound!
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