It was all in the past,
We were inhabitants of a world without form and void,
A punctured globe that needed refilling,
A universe like a tattered garment that desired a tailor's patch,
A vast of nothingness, clouded with symphonies of ignorance;
Ignorance that birthed poverty,
Poverty that birthed affliction,
Affliction that birthed diseases, that further birthed death.

The...