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The modern world, the changing product

Of all the best of times

Striving forward, ever onward

By the grace of humanity

Yet blind are we

We do not see, that if paradise is created…

Then so is hell…then so is hell.

The modern world, the changing product

Of all the best of times (and of it’s worst)

Striving forward, ever onward

By the grace of humanity (and of it’s sins)

Yet blind are we

We do not see, that if paradise is created…

Then so is hell…then so is hell.

Nature’s balance, good and bad

Like death and life, one contrast

Needs its opposite, needs it opposite!

Our blind faith, the human spirit

Ignore nature’s signs, we will prevail

Through all

Contrived in our existence

Spawned by nature

Maturing as gods

Ignorance, Obsession

The world’s our oyster

We shall reap the shit we have sown