What happens when a culture keeps its monuments, its language, its music… but slowly loses the memory of why they existed? They preserved the heavy walls. Then quietly misplaced the voices. The ones that built them. They took our living blood. Carved them into silent faces. Monuments for all time. Those silent faces gave everything. So we might have all. The true idea was lost. Buried deep in the dirt. They were the deep rivers. They were the hidden roots. Unseen hands carrying truth. I draw a single ribbon. Joining syllables on my lips. Composing verses with no walls. Hope in a simple whole. Art feeling inside the core. The magic succumbs within. It is my final word. Time for our wise elders. To teach the lost youth. Culture is dying right here! Don't trade root for brand! Hands deep in the dirt! This is where we stand! We polished every mirror! Yet never faced ourselves! If progress leaves heart behind! Who inherits tomorrow? Beneath the surface lies truth. A call for wiser eyes. To honor what remains. Seek the heart we lost. We inherit the heavy armor. But forget the real war. Pacing a completely hollow folklore. Ancient frequencies drowned out now. What we seek is here. Ignorance has a heavy cost. Turn completely inward now. Truth sets humanity free. They tried to silence color. But we rose like fire. No fear can chain us. No shadow erases our name. We crossed the dark void. With scars we hid away. Searching for a real warmth. The night never supplied. Through the endless silence. Hoping someone would stay. We turn pain into song. Two damaged human souls. Hoping for a healing word. Above all treasures lost! We paid a greater cost! Humanity lost its way! Stumbling blindly today! It is our time now! Our time to decide! Every sister and brother! Stop this cultricide! Cultricide is mankind's suicide... Stop this cultricide... Yeah, let the culture stay alive...
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