What a miraculous world where our future is never defined, what a shining bright dream to which we turned our eyes blind.
A future taken for granted to be willed into being, no chaos could we have imagined what we’d be seeing…
is this what our ancestors faced during the Waring times? fear and despair coiling around them, where did they find the courage to stand,
And in the growing ashes the flaws of history became apparent we question our ways and champion what is fair, but cracks continue to spread as the facade begins to tear
no glorious state no dignified society, to the pits we all crawl into the abyss we all begin to fall
together they stood when faced with adversary, yet WE stand divided, isolated and alone, our hearts are connected in our solitude and desire, destiny is upon us if only together we could aspire
A tribute to the world that was to be, a promise to the world that you’ll all share with me.
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