The chisel had struck time,
In the rhythm of its rules,
Divinity dwells for one day the result is combustion,
Their seeds sown on the moon...
The strength of the moon,
Lucidity of the sand,
So if we're made by magic,
How much lucidity can we withstand?
After we've marched into dawn,
For today after years,
To fathom and mystify,
Why does this divinity seem to appear?
This very grin,
Has sleepwalked into an exposed illusion,
These very cells,
Have tried to create a revolution...
Amid the flames,
Civilization sculpted into brutality,
When we seek to find the road to elevation,
In the realm of luxury...
My salutation to the landsmen,
They've been driven insane,
Unlike the sailors by the dazed sea,
But then again there's the cyclone of vain...
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