In an age of lies we choose to deceive ourselves
Blind to incursions in the midst of our shame
What needs to be screamed out loud
Locked up in a private hell
But your heart resonates a deeper call
A remnant of your essence is there somewhere
This our choice may be a lonely path
Lest you descend into thralldom, now get up off your knees!
Our forebears' sweat is in the ground
Where sustenance it can be found
Land of ferns and sarsen stones
Embrace it for the land is home

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