By the angels who extract with violence
And by those who remove with ease
And by those who glide
And those who race other in a race
Hearts that day will tremble
Faces will look miserable
Sapiens in the presence of the most high
Standing in rows
Thousands on the left
Thousands on the right
Sapiens who don't know their fate
Those who are saved from the fire
Are indeed successful
Whoever does good
Equal to an atom's weight
Will see it
Whoever does bad equal to an atom's weight
Will see it.
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