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Star-Genesis

As we teeter on our toes
And we try to capture the essence
We realized how we are just
A faint scent, a reminiscence

We carry ourselves with such pride
And pompous dignity
While treading on others' backs
We forget our non-universality

At the end, we come to terms
With the horror of being man
So many tears, blood and neglect
Wasting the gift of a thinking head




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