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There are they that would seek to stall progress

Chose a moment in time, tinted perfect

A static universe can be willed into being

The method to the madness, like existence is clean

That comfort in contentment is an illusion from which you’ll never be released

Holding back the tide is a losing battle….with the fear of being left behind

Factions at war as they ever were

Seeking an edge for survival in a game

Grounded in the ancient

But we can never know as the curtain falls on the final act

They reap what they sow, unspoken, arms race pact

Equivalent to death by a thousand cuts

Which was the wound which robbed us of humanity?

While all around us dies

A stark warning that the future built today is made by yesterday’s fools

There should be no prescription to compound mistakes

Toward the seeming insanity of an arms race

As all around us died