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The soul of man is tired



Ages of doubt

Clarity's frustrating infrequency

Keep man's fires lit

Keep the bombs aloft



It is time for peace

For an age or two of reflection

Of charity and grace



Let our guns fall

Our arms open the eternity of angels

Over wide open fields of wheat

Trumpeting the coming of age to our hearts



The soul of man is tried



Ages of fear

Illumination's scattered brevity

Failed us kept us bound

Our souls lit by posterity and glimpses of heaven