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We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena
Think of all the rivers of blood spilled by the generals and emperors
So that in glory and triumph they could become momentary masters of a dot
Think of the endless men fighting and dying for a God they're not sure exists
War and famine at what price?
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