Anthem
Liberty toils in
Her field, desiring
For a day where
She finally lays
Peacefully as a baby
On a green pasture,
Washed with Youth.
Equality toils in
His field, watching
For a day where
He finally finds
Curiously as a cat
A green pasture
Matching up with Youth.
Gaia lays in
Their field, sleeping
In a day where
The bed she lays in
Is her green pasture,
As she gets to drink Youth.
Prometheus lays in
Their field, awakening
In a day where
The chair he sits in
Is "I", the Green Pasture,
Who aligns correctly with Youth.
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