A Collective RealizationA Collective RealizationWe are the deadYes, we are the deadDrowning, burningFreezing, but learning.So who are we now?Those lost in savage AfricaOn a quest for ivoryOur hearts full of D.a.r.k.n.e.s.s.Oh, the horror, the horror!We are without time,Lost in time,Or, rather, it isThe space-time fabricWhich is lost in us.Yes, that is it.And we, too, have our timeJust as the dayOr the night.It is day by the blessed sunOr, night by the blessed moon.We say it is the moon,We know it is the sun.then god be blessedFor it has its time!And winter has its.To everything, they say,There is a season.Yes
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