Open wide
Ears for listening
The rumble
Awakes hearts
Residual motion parts
With bygone system
Clinging caste
Lonesome fire lights
While the hordes
Pick their fights
Kings and Queens suppressed their rights
On which Lords set sights
Giant strides
Multiply chances
A world ends
In stances
Measure of Fate that reckons
A New World beckons
Open wide
Ears, lips, Heart and Mind
Reach out slow
Beyond Grind
Feel the moon shiver and bind
The oncoming Tide
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