To my right, to my left,
the elephant in the room,
locking eyes, straight ahead,
doom...
doom...
doom.
A thousand spirits proclaimed it,
another dimensional shift,
verifiable frequency sustains it,
ascension at its best.
Even the best are trembling,
wondering of mankind's worth,
since they've been judged unworthy,
of the blessed planet of their birth.
They say modern man will...
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