Eight billion blind gods
Are going for a ride
The speed is their friend
The luck is on their side
They love the smell of freedom
They crave the sense of might
They want to build the future
The happy, rich and bright
If only they were seeing
How far they'd wanna go?
How wealthy they would want to be?
Perhaps we’ll never know
Eight billion blind gods
© Copyright: Савелий Хмельницкий, 2018
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