Chances
How many chances canyou unfurl?
Reflection, based in
your mind uncurls.
A surreal life fought
on the surface.
burning me like the touch of
a furnace.
Well for us it's like a
train on the right track.
This is a fact.
We've come too far, to ever look
back.
Knowledge, a hunger for which
you still lack.
We must cut away the fat.
Teach those who's shoulders you pat.
Sun shines on each of our faiths.
Holding together, never displaced.
weep for the worlds disgrace.
Still content with the human race?
Or a wagon of truth shall you embrace?
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