I am the world, I live in unending change.
Moving, growing, and dying.
My surface, wiped clean by man, is refreshed by my gentle touch.
I am Man, changeless, unsympathetic, and cruel.
Forever changing, forever loving, forever growing.
I am both willful and subject to leadership.
I judge with a simple look, that judgment is slow to change.
I suffer as a blade slices the soul dissecting it into good and evil.
I know no bounds, I touch everyone, everything.
I bring humans together and rip them apart.
I am holocaust the absolute; I do nothing but endure and die.
Faces mean nothing, hearts are blank and sterile.
The end and beginning are one.
I am harmony.
The rose and thorn are my playmates.
Snow-capped mountains and golden plains are my children.
I live in the heart of man.
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