So Standing in the middle of a deserted Walkway I Hear No sound Unusual in a big city To hear No sound The urban crane lies quiet As does The crawling Caterpillars Regeneration is the term For communal execution But change is dictated So change must replace Amen
Green shoots pry Into his house The gardener waits Listening in silence And fails They talk They plan Up the stairs He is there Our roots are not yet strong enough But He is weak Wait That noise Rain We grow
Tanned faces in the winter of hope Lasting forever Distant perhaps Remote This life despairs all who come to pass Knowledge is regression Time however Never lasts
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Global conditions continue to be challenging but not enough innocent people are dying. This causes all sort of problems, overpopulation and environmental impact being just two of the issues now facing our planet.
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Help us to restructure the world into a far more dangerous place.
strength of the imagination defines the risk factor of development rely on yourself for the future you want compromise where necessary but always keep sight of your goal be who you think you are
Beneath the colours of the butterfly wing A brighter world awaits the coming of the king Wish it all past Make light clean shade This realm is alive A stranger hidden glade For this world exists but not as it seems To reach it alone rely on your dreams The others who are there will follow you true As sleep passes by and life is anew