Mere Spectators
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There is no use volleying out our commands
Or pouring out our wrath in rave and rants
As Time levels and heaps with dispassionate hands
Like the desert winds across the dunes of sands
When everything happens in concentric rotation
Who are we to question the divine dispensation
We can only yield without consternation
And bow down ourselves in subordination
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