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In an age of lies we choose to deceive ourselves

Blind to incursions in the midst of our shame

What needs to be screamed out loud

Locked up in a private hell

But your heart resonates a deeper call

A remnant of your essence is there somewhere

This our choice may be a lonely path

Lest you descend into thralldom, now get up off your knees!

Our forebears' sweat is in the ground

Where sustenance it can be found

Land of ferns and sarsen stones

Embrace it for the land is home