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The vision of Wangari the star-reader. White light, lightning, snow, the moon, starlight. From the sky, it shall fall like an angel, like a god. And crawl, walk, run and fly among us White light, the beacon, the herald The father White light, the saviour shall shine upon the world The people And they shall reflect its image The image of a power forgotten A power mistrusted A power hated But the white Light shall hold safe Its spirit progeny, its soul kin From others From themselves From each other Until the remembrance The acceptance The ascendance When the white shall meet its true kin The black, the red, the green Strength, Energy, Unity Power, Destruction, Entropy And the light shall return to the sky And succumb To the infinite void Of its inescapable desti
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