Phantoms tread on Earth.
Only tyrants own slaves.
Spring rain brings birth.
Tyrants offer more pain.
Hope exists to remind
Misery not is gods' gift.
Always you may find
another hand to lift.
Reach back your hand
for hope extended.
Gods give not a plan.
We choose to ascend.
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