The Masters all went mad,
And now have to rebuild their past,
In the present,
So the future may be bliss.
As the world went into chaos,
So did we,
One by one,
By our own obsession,
And mythology,
Of love,
We committed heinous acts,
To match the heinous acts of the world,
And now we are powerless,
To do anything but heal,
And in our healing,
Perhaps the world will follow,
As it must always follow,
Those who lead,
By sublime acts,
The same way that
Those who lead,
Must sometimes follow,
Those who act in haste.

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