It's been a long time and things come, go and change,
And Parsifal on the path of war of blood to love rearrange;
As things are progress from fighting with swords and spears,
To the spirit of the gun and crying rhyming in tears.
The management has as the time ticks on by for to be well,
When guns have to be destroyed before we all go to hell;
For the manufacture makes it and things have to sell,
And it's the biology of the atom that people smell cell.
No the progress has a purpose as we advance and maintain,
For the mountain of things people account to ascertain;
When faith has a reason and a meaning to shout season,
Then scream at the problem of components for pill treason.
So the weather interchanges and it's whether you know right,
For the problem of people is the plenty of daylight delight;
And the reign was a history and the current rain fades away,
For tomorrows progress it more just a matter of getting through the day.
Now the wind becomes a gale and the blows around the earth,
And the world is a hurricane or tornado and words are all worth;
Well the heart of the matter is an ear to hear the beat,
Because the progress of psychology is the memory of your feet.
So the government has got it and the other country leads the way,
So the business of the situation is now just which thing will pay;
So the ink progresses to electricity and you still have a choice,
Because the print of the paper is the progress of how you read your voice.
Signed,
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