Rights Of Man

Freely given at the price of chance
Scattered atoms die to dance
Rhythms of muted fate
Gathered before oblivion's gate.

Like seeds flung to dust
Happenstance land where we must
Grow from earth toward light's sun
And return to earth, our work being done.

by I, Mongoose

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