Our family broke dawn with babies' cries
and set in motion years of history
without intent to dominate the skies
with hues of armageddon's reverie,

and yet the end of days would come to pass
at love's behest, as generations grew.
In loving arms, the seeds would spawn the grass
to lawn the lands and cloak the world anew

with viewpoints spawned in legacy's lament
of life and all its pain as balance nears.
We bred to dominate the flock He sent;
we shepherds of defilement thrive on fears.

It came to pass with smiles, familial hold
would fill the meek and choke life from the bold.

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We are the last pariahs of the day,
emancipating empathy, dismay,

and all the varied portions of the soul
those debonaire world leaders would deny.
Without intent, we freed the Earth and stole
their power with a whimper and a sigh.

You see, in times adverse and crushed by hate
the door stands open, beckoning with light
to sons and daughters, fathers here and late,
and revolution's mothers of insight.

And so it came to pass - that fateful dawn
when up was down and flames turned into ice.
Irrelevant intentions learned to mourn
the culling of the meek's eternal price.