O human race, you played the game too heavy
And threw your dice to always get the bad;
But now I must prepare to love and leave you,
I'll be, in spite of all, a little sad.
Though most have IQ down to zero
Inhuman mankind, like a fungoid blight,
I will not leave too soon but stay and help you
So you can, one day, reach the Primal Light.
I can't explain why I have ever loved you,
Embracing all of every caste and creed
And hoping, some day, mankind will do better
And from delusion, evermore be freed.
---Not the End. The Spirit goes on Forever----
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