Have
you heard
The
clouds are dreaming
Did
you feel the coming horde?
Those
strangest ways
Of
Mystery
Are
the workings of the Lord
Kasi,
John and Mira
Threading
night upon the Mid
Crafting
science from the sea salt
Where
everybody hid
We
were flooded
In
the workhouse
We
were stole of all our charms
From
the deserts of the exiled
Ran
rivers from his palms
Forgotten,
not gone
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