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The Path of Man


So to the virtue of the past,
That man would be the last.
From the mimicry of the bird's way,
To the destruction delivered by it that day.
Our fathers made it clear,
As their trampled their work here.
By which the separation of powers extends,
So does the separation reality and peace among men
Who shall bring forth the uniting of men?
Only death seems to possess that great strength.

The day that true peace comes,
Will be one of the most violent ones.
I look forward to the next great war,
May each person a reason near not far.
Come live now no longer in fear,
Our time to shine approaches near.

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I write to cope with the pains of everyday life, so that I may help anyone that I can.

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