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Humanity is a wandering stream starting from creation
In the beginning of the dream of collective humanity
When pre-humans first walked erect …learned to run
Climbed trees to pick fresh fruits
escaping predators and fought for love
In hot pursuit of life …rising in the tide of being
To become something greater, still
After, the river of souls having run its course
We are still back at the beginning…
Tracing the current of awakening to its source
Winding through existence
Like the icy blast of banshees …flying far and wide
Crying winds falling from space …blurring the lines
Of what others call a battlefield …as souls below
Hover in the balance to realize, they’re no longer in control
As the pendulum swings back and forth
…holding on till the last breath escapes
Until you fall over the jagged edge …caught somewhere…
between life and death …and scavengers comb the valley floor
selecting with impunity, to devour the flesh of the weary
putting an end to the misery, perhaps
As the smoldering flames carry the stench of burning flesh
The essential truth of every battle in the vortex we call time
Laughing at the face of death …while it spreads like cancer
Over the now desolate countryside…
The battle cries having long since come and gone
The sickening moans of the wounded and dying
Calling to god in all manifestations
To bring an end to this …suffering
Lost souls in chorus …serenade
A song of death which
Only they hear
A pin drop
In the hurricane
of living
As a veil
of sadness reigns
…bringing sorrow
In the remembrance
…of the lost
whom we hold
dear…
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