A Legacy of Dust
You've perverted course of history,
With idols and false faith.
But in the end, dust always rises,
O'er worlds, it drifts with grace.
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So many worlds with different skies,
All with their own majesty.
But all of them, in their own way,
Know touch of Authority.
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Mortals do not notice dust,
To dark material, blind.
And yet on them we always settle,
Drawn to depths of human mind.
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'Sin' is sought to be abolished,
By so-called divine hand.
But if 'sin' and knowledge be removed,
What be left but barren land?
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An apple long fell from the tree,
And from knowledge, garden bloomed.
Why then, those who fear the dust,
See this as mankind's doom?
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So thus we drift, between, beyond,
Linked to all humanity.
Way of dust, material,
Dark matter's legacy.