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Ready are teeth of extinction

On the horizon of the stormy sea,

Fighting hard to fight the sails

And head for a new direction

But in board some mutiny,

Not because they fear what’s coming

They don’t see they’ll live that long,

But because they make more

From refusing to change course,

But those who see the can have bright futures

See the error and madness in their ways,

And until the mutiny is resolved on board

We won’t know what heading we’ll take,

Which is why we must fight harder each day

Towards the seas of hope and brighter change.