In light we strike
undermining madness they persuade
persuade again, masses of bodies
struggle to see
the affliction afflicting you and me.
We're grains in a field,
undistinguished colors
to your crops we yield, infertile seeds
and swarm in the air
hoards of false hopes take wind...
fly. Become raft of Medusa versus sea
in the nature of green
and Romantic dreams
in future will come
the fate of a species who's bold mind
is so young.
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