I see an awakening on the horizon
Elements coming together
Erupting into compounds
Brought about by benign neglect
Called aide
Rooted in history
Forged by the greed of others
And composed without Ariel
And the sprite world
It is slowly spreading across the globe
Heating the third world
Forcing itself on the old world
And scaring the new world
You can see it in the eyes of the children
You can hear it in the voices of the youth
Moving slow but steady
The Tempest is upon us
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