December 6, 2007
Now rage forward
as the charging bull,
we who are to start from nothing,
ever floundering in the waves, but not faltering,
Diving deeper, distressed as of what will come,
The old atlantis wreckage is of a fools design,

and pay no attention, their columns of coral crumble;
our blood entwined with the divine, we rise on the gold chariot
now run with the bulls
blaze your trail,
the generation zero.

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