Such beauty there is
In the great unknown
Vast empty darkness
A blue dot, called home
Ages have passed
With obtuse explanations
The stories still last
Stirring all my frustrations
The sullied perspectives
The hidden agendas
The crooked detectives
"Signs" of when the end is
Cease hunger, ease pain
Be kind and rule fair
Don't live in disdain,
And discourage despair
Release the hold
Of corrupt control
Test what you're told
About the "soul"
Of all the creatures
On this sand and sod
We are the only teachers
Of an invisible god
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