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Hey there, whats that aroma seeping on the people's skin from within

What wafts among their every follicle when goose bumps flair their hair

To where do those people's tears fall and what soaks the ground beneath their feet

How do they welcome guests or is every stranger an ominous danger

Which ways do they offer children as sacrifices to satisfy their vices

Can they laugh at decaying bodies, yearn for passionless conflict & only emulate stars

Hey! I say, we may ask the wisdom of this way

Know well though, it won't regress like a tsunami returning the shore

It's the crust of the Earth upon which all our life we built

The molten matter fast formed to resist time itself

Wraught from the battle fought in which the greatest victory is sought

Nay! Truth nor justice can even touch this trophy for which we burn

Good or evil, high or low, the greatest treasure is what we learn.

6/18/12