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Delphi spat-out the golden string of luck.Thin but long, silken, sharp and graceful.
Her bones the chosen one broke in the white mist,
Front the cramp of truth which the Light-one sent.
She saw an echoing world in the cosmic mirror,
Set front the face of a star wrapped in green and blue.
Twins of all the woods and rivers, hills and winds,
In her eyes glinted, thundered and lived.
But our brothers differed the world around.
The reflection enlightened their tongues and minds,
For no call did Pythia see, not one word.
No one in the world had his own name, no calling.
Everybody called everyone else the same.
Everyone was a brother to all by holy name.
No strange call, no untruth.
Everyone was blessed with the name of Human.
A thousand living men, and living women,
All thousand were just Human, all brothers by name.
How shining that reflection was, how strong it was.
How more beautiful, happier and more perfect.
Even Apollo was dark now, even he was overshadowed.
In the World of Human there was no blood out of the body...