shall then, we remain free?
living by our conjured decrees?
tell me, tell me, oh tell me
said the man to the chief
who shot his eyes halfway up
and dribbled into an empty cup
Does the moon not pull the seas?
he smiled as he fell to his knee’s
but me, I’ve heard these tales before
and breathed this uneasy breeze
i then saw the roof collapse
and the sky came crashing in
all the land was pulled apart
and so the time of sea’s begins
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