Fellow men of the voyage,
shipwrecked and those still sailing,
hear me out! I'm the light.
Reach out to me, with hearts and souls,
help yourselves but with sancity,
of mind and love I understand,
they need help.
Ambition and ego need no cleansing,
pure is the pride of man in himself,
nothing to contradict, none to please.
Master of himself, He doesn't seek,
world sways before him, though,
bickering behind, meek shadows.
I, the light am with him,
seeking out respectfully.
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