It is said that its sometimes calm before the storm Worries, those are small, living it like the day before Nothing strange in the sky, nothing that would shatter the illusion In neither hemispheres, nor traces the bare eye could see Forced to live the day, while unwillingly were led astray What technology can offer, it is not the way to salvation When the present day will end and the evolution chooses a different path Believing into something so strong, it can prove to be fragile When unleashed, the heat will melt every stone This event of great magnitude, uncontrolled Overshadowing our already distant past, our epilogue On these grounds it is certain that we were the last We were unaware of the approaching storm Nearing the signs of light, silently we march
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