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[sathor]

We are not so glazed with compassion, fortuitous men we may be...
Lost within a sea of words, without recollection of what we have seen...
Language as a boundry against the well of the unknown...
The light that which surrounds me in a pleasant glow...
Whisks me away to a faraway land...
Bestows upon me a gift of sight in the sand...
Shifting in an infinite ocean of time, written down upon my hand...
Within this world there is only one goal, to be and nothing more...
The nature of balance and no more war...
The nature of balance and no more war.