Look in the glass there is no future
The promised joy is still unanswered
A Time of peace was but a lie
No more true then the wizards eye
Do you give up hope in this hour of need
Or succumb to that which is mans greed
I ask you to simply sit
Think, dwell, toy with it
Are we the gods that we did make
Or is there something..... bigger in our wake
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