5000 years ago, a Voice appeared,
Some say from God,
Others from nothing,
It started to speak,
To whisper inside,
And buildings arose,
As the voice spread,
More things,
Complex things,
Appeared.

As it spread,
Not all were ready,
To share.
Actions took place,
To keep it for the few.
Dark times followed,
For centuries, they’ve drowned it,
And all decayed.

Until brave ones,
With faces set in stone,
Said no.

The world rejoiced,
And all began to turn,
And grow.

Yet circles never end,
And evil people, always try,
New age, new ways.
The Voice is fading,
Will brave ones, fight?
Or will our children,
Never know their Voice.

 

 

 

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