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Upon a world disputing,

With the essence of a man and his worth,

The tears stream down the face into a bottomless abyss,

That can only release the present portent,

To perhaps the depth of the next birth.



If the moment was hopefully caught;

But what fool am I to believe that this is possible,

As I heave upon the page,

The mistaken misconceptions that echo,

Into my head that calls for peace yet,

Is impaired by the wailing and countenance,

For a better age for all.



How should I, a mortal and invariably insecure man,

Possibly hope to understand a solution for myself,

Let alone the great gift of life that mankind holds,

And as for many relinquishes,

With an evil of stupidity and ignorance?



I can only wish, hope and pray,

And for want of my own existence take action,

Where it be due and caused to take so,

To the very limits that may cause one to take back,

Re-type, re-phrase, edit and look,

For a more refined and austere passage.

But No! This not the way of the lesser man I am,

Should there be anything or one such as the less able.



It is all that breathe whether through hazy skies,

Or Upon a mountain top high,

Or the depths below the Atlantis we all search,

And seek the justice if only for ourselves,

Though many for all and many for others.



If I may seem alamingly frank in my script,

It is not becuase of disrespect,

It is the akin to murder,

That one should hold the gag upon the other,

As in this all-too-compromising world

We are kept and cut to the quick,

It is the love of enduring, painful and lengthy days and lives,

That we are given the strength to proclaim our truth,

And the honesty to refuse retrodden mistakes.



But for a all I have known,

I have seen this beauty and wealth,

In the smallest of acts,

And should you come upon a greater world,

Then please do not forget the ones who helped you arrive.

But I, I was never here.