Sacred and wholly divine
When earned above all things
A world above all things
Our resources boundless
For creativity was granted a sword
One sharp enough to cut the old from the new
replenishing the trajectory's vitality
Fighting the world of desires
And they like ghosts fade
like ruins collapse
Age dictating and ordering all choices no more
Purpose is a never ending meal
no dessert
Legacy of the great
Posterity's muscle
growing inch by inch
over years exempt from whim and trend
See life power for what it is
never underestimating or exaggerating it's force
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