Humankind
in particular
cannot conquer
the planted fields
of senses grown numb
through the stench of filthy
air; through the evil in this hour
through the rot and the lies that lead
US into all wars. ‘Will' given is the power
within the squalor of humanity, spreading
all things good and always abounding
in beauty; through the power
of "One" will.
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