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I submit to you the truth

or all I have left

in this dying world.

My hope, that my words,

the vibrations that echo

in your inner ear

are crystal. 

I hope you hear me

for my sake

for our sake

for we are a dying breed.

There aren't many of us

left

and our uniqueness

ensures that we'll one day

die. 

It's a pity

because the language you speak

is dying

and your view shall die with it. 

You're beautiful

and because you value the water

the land

the mountains

you shall sacrafice your life,

the life of your people

to the Benjamin that rules our minds. 

One day, many moons from now,

people will look back and

realize your beauty,

for all that you offer,

for your enlightenment,

for your view,

that going to the moon

is little in comparison to true

achievement. 

A small subset of humanity

says we haven't accomplished much,

while they kill all of us,

including themselves. 

I hope they know this is

all I got

all we got

all that will ever be.