The embodiment of profound
Obfuscation of the message
Panacea to common sense
You unite in dividing
Noble scarecrows bow
Highness of sorts, never reached
Your dias commands quite a view
Reality may never see it that way
Their loss and suffering of ignorance
If you could impart your ways again
We are dying to hear the cure of our ills
Only one can dance us to the edge
Into yonder Valley lies paradise
Or is it our grave.
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