Bright Clouds
In the darkness lions roar
Amongst the orange the eagles soar
Trillions chant and scream for more
as billions die in bloody war
and children learn in bloody war
what in hell where fighting for
and dressed in white the saints deplore
that the poor look evil to the core.
Then time and space and heaven tore
and tebuilt again forever more
and sitting sighing on it's shore
I cast this stone to make it's core.
Round and round and round once more
for what once was is what's in store.
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