A Message to the Flat Earth Society

Left us no more important that right
As right is not undoubtedly the correct way
Distance can be a line
Through the space amid two points in a sphere

A man cab plot evil on his line and win
Though as he traverses the line he discerns
That his way leads to his death
A fate not matched by his opponent who
Traveled the distance instead

Flat is a concept that disregards round
And circular nature has us in a linear realization

A man cab plot evil on his line and win
Though as he traverses the line he discerns
That his way leads to his death
A fate not matched by his opponent who
Traveled the distance instead

As those humble in nature will also die
Though will never cease to exist
Not to say there is a correct fashion
But there is a correct line

They say love can move a mountain
They say love there is no other way
I say that it's love that made those mountains
I say that love made us human

A man cab plot evil on his line and win
Though as he traverses the line he discerns
That his way leads to his death
A fate not matched by his opponent who
Traveled the distance instead

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