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The universe, to us a maze

We seek some sort of god in case

There's more to this than outer space

Over fire, under frost

For the masters of the crust

Mutilation is the only must

Got more than what we really need

But we rape the planet, make her bleed

In the hands of growing greed

Still some say mankind is great

He postulates, an eight's a weight

While the blind, the dumb, the deaf rise to the bait

Dancing wildly on the line

Life's too short, a span of time

"What, me? Worry?" goes the rhyme

From the age of stone to the age of space

Ownership is what we praise

No matter color, faith or race

Sharp as the turn of the tide

Offering a place to hide; are the merchants selling suicide?

The labyrinth of life is vast

Find your way, but do it fast

This is the first of days, it won't be the last