He cannot be trapped inside a vault
No man nor woman is here at fault
Time's not to blame for turning the page
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Nor would be the blacksmith for forging the blade
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Some say that Man is among the kings
of animals, of all living things,
and his throne was made eons ago
over all that breathes and all that grows
But others say Man's a product of luck
his primordial Brother remains
lord of a diff'rent world, much the same
as when He arose from the muck
He is the facilitator of life
though so often He deals with death
He cuts for the living, with his knife,
those that have ceased to draw breath.
His home is the trees, the sea, the ground,
the air we breathe and the grain we pound
Man and beast both know alike
that He is quiet, He does not strike
but stalks silently over their mounds
Over Man's search for permanency, his quest
his Brother laughs, his Brother jests
one day, the Brother will lay all to sleep,
and in the blackness, nothing will weep
for Man, the one who thought himself the best