I take from my ripest fields the best grain to the great
travellers, the people who leave to find the better future. My
hands are raw from the sowing of the seed, my skin is red with
burn of the sun, but as long as the future is bright with the
travellers then all is worth.
We watch in wonder as the travellers build their crafts to leave
and find the new tomorrow. They don't know where the future is
but they go still brave. Against the fiery rain that now covers
the planet the travellers leave on their great crafts, to save
the planet or to find a new home for us all.
Let us praise the great Annunuki for leading the travellers to
our new home, praise befall him the Lord Annunuki the final
Seeker of the Faith, in the almightiest wisdom he shall find a
new home for the Great Demon has poisoned our lands.
Praise on to the Last Seeker, guider of the Almightiest children,
may your journeys always be safe.
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