Though time the works of mighty may o’er throw
And fate destroy the lineage of men;
Some higher being from black ash may grow
To judge our past, new boundaries to contend.
What shall they say of our unsobered light,
Of unsound judgement into passion hurled;
Of pride and prejudice that marked sad plight,
And brought to pass the judgement of a world?
Perhaps of hindsight they may be more sage;
From glowing relics measure hence their sway;
And with stern knowledge, enmity assuage
That their sweet breed might see a better day.
May god define the very path they seek;
A world destroyed, leaves nothing for the meek.

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