Dawn of days or dusk

Throughout history or her story, our story’s been the same.
There is always someone dying and another someone trying to repair what some believe is destiny that ultimately leads to astronomical despair.
There’s a baby, there’s a goat. There’s a fence, there’s a moat. There’s a rise and there’s a fall. There is inevitably a wall to divide us and our shame, and to give our hate a name.
When we lead our horse to water, we only hope that she will drink. But when we see another slaughter does it ever even make us think?
If the powers in the universe reached out to make a deal, would the powerless on earth survive and find a way to heal?
There is no time like the present and it has never been more true.
Your enemy’s greatest enemy is now the same to you.
So reach out from seclusion with an illustrative hand, for when the flood comes to an end, will we all touch down on land?