The Coming of a New Age
Uprooted is the tree of my dream
The winds of change has blown it away
Shall I plant a new seed?
But where? Where can it grow?
All the fertile ground
Gone by the coming of a new age.
Is there an open field somewhere?
Maybe an untainted pasture?
Winds of change, you hear?
My future has become obscure.
Though I shall not fear,
A door has now appeared.
I must wait for the next dimension
Soon to take place in 2012's ascension.
Where Merkabah's wind shall make his call
Carrying us away from fear that shapes us all
And into fields, where our trees shall never fall.
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