Little do we know of our past lives Or what our mission was in eons past, Today we face a force that on life thrives, Fighting desperately against the vast Descent of Light supreme which it denies And seeks to hold its realm of blatant force, Challenging the gods of good and right To steer man far from his predestined course And fix his soul in bowels of the night. But there are some who understand the game Of these behemoths who would all life control And block the Spirit's march towards the goal.
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