For ages there have been decadence,
The denudation of the life's essence;
Life is but a fight of the presence.
Dreams have built the castles of ages in air,
People let go of them in acute despair;
Of spirits people are on arrears,
Fortitude and bonanza allay their fears.
Since the dawn of civilization there have been mind's insurgence,
which is nothing but the Phoenix's resurgence!
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