In the spirit of being humbled
As one unable to douse the flame
Reaching for those who somehow tumbled
From heights they know not where they came
Entwining the evil with the great
Ever since humans forsook the cave
Unsealing the scroll of love and hate
Promoting afterlife from the grave
Oh lovely world internet wired
From the infinite to the one
This Creatress is much too tired
To begin anon what He begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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