Brother, we create a new order and we called it democracy. We build fences, army and police, but are they necessary. We cast a vote, since there is no other hope.

Sister, we are being of spiritual energy with faith and disease, but not guided for our own destiny. We seek peace and prosperity, yet again build in web of territory. We are great in numbers, but not in unity nor religiously.

My friend, we believe mortal wound would soon invade us, but we trifled it by the chores of life's infancy. We shelter under this nation, and we carried its so-called legacy. We claims our right by birth or deeds, but invasion or enslaving is not strange things.

My dear, we are invited here for a reason, though is not a reason to forget it. We wish to sail the great ocean, though the ark is hidden in a place. The sailor is faithful and so as the voyage.

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