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Inflated minds On a world so firm Surpassed their size intention Reaching out, another world Holding no connection Detached from Earth Above all men How foolish are the wicked What's to gain From a life of pride This world is all you live in

Prone to cry Soon to die This is my lifelong anthem I speak on things That bring no ease To my slow, solemn stature It's only days That bring no grey That seem momentarily clearer I'm longing for A world of peace But this must come soon after