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Cataclysms, by two times,

Have erased the Creation

And humans, begging skies,

Have implore their own forgive

They have been forgiven

This is our fate

Minds don't think, they just do

Prime instincts rule this world

Fifty years and war and sadness

Fifty years of lies and manipulation

A blackened sky, a pouring rain

This is made by our acts

It was written

I've seen them, in search of

A better end for themselves

But others decided, that it will not happen

Was it really written ?

Many cries, many tears

This is our soul

Minds don't think, they just do

It was nothing but...

As they die, they realize

The origins of inequality