A race that has been swiftly exhausting, From day's under the sun endlessly prowling. With droplets of sunshine's, And burgeons of storms. The life on this planet still survive somehow, With these echoes of nature undue as now. From serving one another indifferently, To Worshiping idols and stars diplomatically. We slowly forgot our purpose on earth, In greed of fame and power on forth. Know that the crowd doesn't need more followers, As it's already followed by many corrupted. Now this race won't be much exhausting, Cause, rest of the life you start believing. And Ween in time, the universe is revolving, thus, no rogue can stop a human divinely evolving
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