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From beyond the moons gaze,
My scene of true nature and pleasure
I have been put up on fallacy of hope—
Darkened days has this world known,
Pushing away ideas of soft nature.

The form of farce has this day taken,
Shows nothing more than a failure in presence.
An absence of love and compassion.
A long-awaited push has this place needed.

Beauty from a far,
Metal and steel higher than the sky...
Stone, carved with care and precision,
And religion that pushes people to the limits.
This our world, a place of pressures,
An existence of turmoil.

A place each of us call home,
But some us wish to know more...