On The Horizon

There will soon come a time
when every dog has had his day
and all the machines have stopped

When the last bastions of faith fade away
abolished by undeniable realization
and the fleeced flock lifts the wool from their eyes

A time of great unity in the Spirits of the Earth
Each niche filled, all contests and contestants equal
No rulers nor overlords, no greed nor hatred

Man will come to see the world anew
Finally to know his true place in it
To, at last, dispense with pretense

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