You will wake unaware,
You will come unprepared,
Knowing nothing of saints and their devils.
With a soul of soft clay,
And no past to obey,
You were born as the child of tomorrow.
On you fate has bestowed
A realm brimming with those
Who are ready to lend you their hands;
Each one claims to know how
To best reap, to best sow,
And bring riches to you and your lands.
Should you heed every word,
Rational or absurd,
You will blanch with fear or be amazed--
For each truth you are told,
Spoken equally bold,
Is another antipodal phrase.
Will you yield to one side,
And be deafened by cries
Of implacable men and their quarrels?
Ask your questions today,
Lest your soul consolidates,
And you give up your claim to tomorrow.
You will come unprepared,
Knowing nothing of saints and their devils.
With a soul of soft clay,
And no past to obey,
You were born as the child of tomorrow.
On you fate has bestowed
A realm brimming with those
Who are ready to lend you their hands;
Each one claims to know how
To best reap, to best sow,
And bring riches to you and your lands.
Should you heed every word,
Rational or absurd,
You will blanch with fear or be amazed--
For each truth you are told,
Spoken equally bold,
Is another antipodal phrase.
Will you yield to one side,
And be deafened by cries
Of implacable men and their quarrels?
Ask your questions today,
Lest your soul consolidates,
And you give up your claim to tomorrow.
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