A crescent moon arises
Above a landscape scarred by man,
It casts shadows on our shame
Shame we are too ignorant too understand,
I see a storm off in the distance
Something wicked this weekend comes,
Underneath a crescent moon
Humanity may come undone,
For all the greed and exploitation
For all the hate that we infect,
Within the matrix of our universe
For all the violence and the death,
The crescent moon it shines a light,
To sanctuary and unto our salvation,
If we are wise enough too grasp it
And prepared enough to listen,
If we follow the path of light
We may still avoid the storm,
If we show some love and rise our frequency,
We may yet still one day see,
A brighter future
One of which we can be proud,
For the children of the future,
For who we have a responsibility
That is without a doubt.
fauxcroft 
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