Suffrage, Continuously decaying horizons, Spirited away by past triumphs of our society, Now accepted throughout is the weakest, Of those two spirits in nature which are strongest.
The differentia being human nature, Choosing to bipedal against a long perfected balance, Pedaling to that which it does not understand, Typically decisive without a questioning glance.
Involved in an unwinable war, Bloodshed against Bloodpeace, Human nature against human ideals, Nature being the proven winner.
When will the world's eyes realize, It is within the spirit of man to inflict excruciating pain on his brethren, Only then, Will we answer the true problem, Culture.
We must be one, One love, One culture, One heritage.
To do so we must each give up our own, Humankind must go without to change human nature.
To be without culture is to be without past, Yet would we really give up our past for our future? The world is not ready, Yet some are, We understand this is the only way to stop this war, This war in the heart of nature.
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