Just when all is said and done,
The telling begins again.
Infinity is deep inscribed
In the human heart and brain.
Thus it is that democracy
Best suits this human spread,
And why despot imbeciles
Wish infinitude dead.
But crack how many skulls they may,
And snuff out how many souls,
They end up in time’s ignominy,
While the human saga rolls.
The simple truths of innocence
Find their fountain springs,
And the grasslands never quite expire
However brute the crushing things.
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