From that special moment in time.
Till, the decay of thyself unto the earth's mass
One must follow the angelic train of life bestowed upon thou.
Have we came?
Have we conquered the task marked in steal?
Have we?. what protrudes one's true self?
Guardians answer yes.
Yes, your purpose is anything in this lifetime
Spread across from sea to sea and land to land;
Everyone must make a lifetime forecast,
Themselves are what is bound to be of the next day.
Are we misled, failed, untrue?
The power is in your soul.
We gather in such commonalities, therefore who has not a chance?
To be great, to be powerful, to be.
Just to be.
As the skies pass by one fact remains common,
Always be true.
Life with patience will forever come.
Return the experience to the great kingdom
Install your engraved soul, in sake of
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