A silence from creation's womb
Contributes to the sense of gloom
The plight of sentient beings
Belies the good
Within each one of you
A universe awaits its birth
Alas your sleeping souls
Still stumble on your roads of rage
Sorrow, no more
Erase your lust for war
I know your truth
Your detiny's cure
Forbid your sins
To live again in time
Noble, righteous hearts could shine

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