Each Century nourish millions in its belly; Few makes it to the height; Others all folly, Many would rise in the coming seasons, New habitat and new reasons,
Change you prescription, Humanity needs more; Unwind and unlearn, empty your store! Your soul is still pure, You are still in the game; Your time to score!?
Bury the hatchet, you don’t need them, The War is within; Body and mind, Darkness! You should shine; Hatred! You should not rhyme, Clean your roads and streets, We are not blind,