The world is a bunch of memories
Bittersweet the pudding taste
There are false and worthless lies
Truth like the earth,
The blind can see.
The cradle civilization mourns
In a static state
AnBorrowers soar high up the
Ladder in the sky,
The world struggles for power
Instead of effortless love that
Cuddles and binds
And religion that heals now kilss. Evolution per diem changes our fate Man on his brink
Is back on his way
To meet with the chimps
In the common origin they share.
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