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Humble

Remember the days we feared the gods?
Neither do I, or maybe we just forgot
I think we need a little superstition
To quell our aching ambition
We need to honour the moon and sun
Just as the cavemen had done
To find awe in the things all 'round
Before we jumped in tech and drowned
If we were to hunt our next meal
We'd starve collectively, I feel
Because we're even too cowardly to look
In the beast's eyes whose lives we took
It's simply sliced and put on display
In a supermarket on the way
Yes, we need to get back to our roots
Take off our socks and high heel boots
It's okay to feel a little scared
It is how our ancestors fared
Life shouldn't be riding on a cloud
Idle hands make the devil proud
So when you dwell into the woods
Don't forget that the gods are not all good
They teach us lessons as we preen
Gluing our eyes to our phone screen
If you're famous and if you're clever
Doesn't mean you'll live forever
We may be great, but there's something greater
Let's bow down to our creator



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