And all mankind's the sum of all mankind
Then we're connected to the Myanmar
And every other human we can find.
So we are all reflected in a mesh,
And this is how it was and will be too,
A world of spirits dwelling in the flesh,
Some things cannot be proved but are still true.
The fields of conscience rattle in the wind,
Old men with heavy burdens try and try,
To write a formula for those who've sinned
And find an answer to the question "Why?"
Are we beyond the sum of all we know,
Or simply nothing more than quid pro quo?
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