Grand Inheritance (feat. Peter Rono)

Anlma

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    Now my roots are planted in the ground
    And spread towards the (center of the earth)
    My branches reach desperately for the sky
    My tendrils grasping (far out of our reach)

    Now we command the oceans
    The waves and winds propel our vessel's sails
    No harsh terrain or temperature
    Can keep us from our grand inheritance

    Flowers of knowledge have blossomed and bear fruit
    The seeds they blow (idly through the wind)
    We ride the currents to the corners of the earth
    Fated to germinate (sown in virgin soil)

    And still we're sailing onward
    Safe underneath the starry moonlit sky
    No blackened night or scorching day
    Can keep us from our grand inheritance

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    As they travel unaware of a looming presence
    Ever thinking no greater force can bring forth their slated demise
    With brashness they must have forgot
    The essence of their adolescence
    And as I approach (closer their)
    Confidence in self becoming wilted
    A sudden realization that they are only human
    And try as they may they cannot control the forces of nature

    It seems we are not the elite
    All these resources we lay at our feet
    They mean nothing in the greater scheme of things
    We thought ourselves to be
    All-powerful
    Ever-knowing
    But now that we are brought to our knees
    We crawl at the mercy of

    Here I write to you offering all
    I have left please accept my apologies
    (Will we ever know the purpose of our existence
    Is it possible one day I'll find where I fit within it all)

    Now that I'm sinking far out of my league
    I can see we were way too far over our heads all along
    (Will we as a people ever learn?
    Maybe the living could still know
    A paradise before they reach the benthic)

    Here I stand with the blood and ink on my hands
    Penning my will to whomever will receive this
    (Receive the burden of your consciousness
    This is your grand inheritance
    Let it not become corrupted keep your head up)

    Could it be a gift or a curse?
    This sentient mind has left all warm nostalgia behind
    (And to those who receive this
    The stubborn survivors
    Please ask yourselves will we ever learn?)

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