On the hard edges of history
we carved a terrain of smiles
across the vast landscape of destiny
we left scars of echoes on the ears of time
from the light years of divine rotary
through to the distant decades of discovery
we stertored long on the bunk of a crowded solitude
but here
and now
On the faces of expectant posterity
we smile tears
from the lips of unknown kinsfolk
we laugh blood
we're the first people
we're the last people
we're human bloodlines
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