| In an enchanted realm
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| Where many plants prevail
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| There stands a well
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| Deep water brings forth a tear drop from Gaia
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| Frail, feeble, weary come from miles through dense flower and overgrowth
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| A solemn oath propose
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| That this oasis stay blessed, and unknown
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| Here, no war exists
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| And fear, is just a myth
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| We must leave this abode
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| The miracles are these gifts
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| It appears it is all there is
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| Yet in spiritual zones it’s important here not to sniff
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| Of any flower, or lift any stone
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| Slicing through a tremendous maze of ancient ruins
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| To heal themselves by the balm of its elixir
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| Appealing for help amidst a calm jungle picture
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| They make song and dance as they celebrate
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| The future harvest and vigor
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| The hunters secure a perimeter
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| These nomadic drifters seek shelter from the elements
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| But then sense something else there
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| Many winged ones take to the air
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| And every single creature more than prepare
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| For pure carnage and warfare
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| Within this sacred space that no human may share
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| Uniform in consciousness
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| Small varmints and bears
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| Something out of Animal Farm or Charlotte’s Web
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| But more rare, gorillas hurl dung at these intruders
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| Encircling these crude warriors is a zoo of forest roars
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| Troops of screams and boots, teams of insects displace fingers
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| Larger birds act as the couriers
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| Snakes and trees, vines, meshed together to form barriers
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| Primitive language is spoke of
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| Beware to those who would linger and did not leave this area
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| Nefarious omens, swarm in
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| Tornadoes form more various torments
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| Some perish in moments
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| None are spared
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| They were not mourned of, these opponents
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| And the onus was on those who were quite knowledgeable
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| But still didn’t notice
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| As some started fighting the forest
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| They all began losing their soldiers
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| Yet instinctively they think as we
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| Some with reverence
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| Some with indifference
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| And some simply wouldn’t believe the curse of the temple is the evidence
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| Only seeking freedom from shame
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| Some chose to remain and became victim to a more enduring pain
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| When morning came all that was left were the bones of their frames
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| From the souls that were claimed
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| The rest entertained enlightenment
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| As in an elevated chain of awareness
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| Refraining from frightenment (?)
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| These love bodies in one exclaim
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| Pay homage, to the full rejuvenation of the change
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| To be what is better than
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| To see the forever land
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| To keep free that environment
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| From the hands of greed and desire |