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They were watching... |
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Listening |
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Ever patient awaiting the time. |
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For they knew it would come it has always been so. |
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Thus, forward they came... |
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An appeal to the heavens, spoken an age ago. |
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Pleading for answers, offering all that was possessed. |
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Shaman: scholars of the time close to the answer, |
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Incapable of reaching perfect enlightenment - |
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Yet, help they would receive, at a price so immense, ambitious and selfish... |
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A mistake they should not have made. |
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Our ancestors- our past has become our demise. |
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Our ancestral representatives celebrated the arrival |
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The visitors from the sky... |
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Joyous with the knowledge that their appeal had been answered. |
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These visitors - describing themselves as celestial gatherers, traders, explorers. |
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A half truth. |
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Masking the deception beneath. |
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Offering answers... |
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Knowledge and |
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Truth... But at a price, |
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A fair exchange... |
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They requested life... |
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Aghast... |
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Apprehensive... |
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The forefathers refused. |
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Negotiating; the travellers explained that it would not be their lives; |
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Not those of the present era. |
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It Would be the future populous: |
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An age away: |
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An age beyond imagination... |
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Our age. Nervously an agreement was made. |
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The celestial ones prepared to reveal their knowledge with the select few to do with as they saw fit. |
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The chosen, schooled by the visitors from the sky not foreseeing the knowledge that lag ahead |
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Not foreseeing the knowledge they would learn... |
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Unable to be purged from their mind... |
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Irreversible. |
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Departing, the travellers were seen no more. |
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The selected were left with knowledge unimaginable. |
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Disturbed, overwhelmed - no choice but to cease their own existence. |
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Their lives had become futile, with their infinite comprehension. |
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Lives forfeit by their own trembling hands. |
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Blood spilled instead of answers... |
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Long forgotten... |
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Unaware that we must uphold this pact... |
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A deal that exists despite the weakest of principals |
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They will fulfil a bizarre religious crusade. |
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We belong to the celestial ones: |
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The harvesters of the foolish... |
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Traders and gatherers they are: cunning in their methods. |
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Exchanging what is required fur their spiritual needs our lives... |
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Any life unworthy... |
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Must be halted. |
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Sustaining their faith. |
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The unworthy are those who mishandle true insight. |
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Betraying their future our planet, placed in total stasis... |
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With no meaningful continuation. |
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Like countless before, and endless to come. |
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This is how it will continue... |
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To save their own being. |
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Giving a function, a purpose to their all-knowing lives. |
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This is their belief... to weed out the feeble in the cosmos |
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Those who do not learn should not progress... |
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Those without understanding should not continue... |
