Behold the hour is at hand,
When humankind seeth itself
At a crossroad.

A new page is turned,
A new page lieth white
Beneath the hand of the writer.
All is as it should be.

What then of the writings on that page?

Let gold flow in the ink,
That the writings be of value.

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