The race has began, we have got into our wagons and begun sprinting.
We have taken the lead, victory kisses our sole wherever we go.
The world is full of glistering gems and we are the masters of many.
Glory gallops behind us. But in this race some are crushed by our prance.
Are we even going to turn back and look who have fallen?
Are we ever going to halt and give them a helping hand?
Will our conscience ever question our moral?
For us the world is bright and dazzling but for some this dazzling world may be blinding.
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