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Light beam overhead
A prophet has arrived
Over the green, high hills
He has walked near the
Brown bridges over
Grey murky waters

Brown bridges over
Grey murky waters

Town he walked toward
Buildings soft and quaint

A town he walked toward
Buildings soft and quaint

Pathway he walked upon
While laughter roared above
The prophet seized none
Many have wandered away
He stood to prepare
With a script forever unread
On the central plaza
He looked around to see

He stood to prepare
With a script forever unread

A town he walked toward,
Buildings soft and quaint

One day he awoke
Kneeling in a grotto
To hear a strike of lightning
He ran onward to town
To see with sharp eyes
Torn, bloodied canvas

Fleeing crowds ran across
He looked around to see
A town he walked toward
A vast lake of ashes

A town he walked toward
A vast lake of ashes

Entwined with the finest green
A tall wall stands over
A plush clean carpet
A black spider crawled
From a dangling web
To gaze at a distant blur

To gaze at a distant blur

The prophet walked to see
A fresh, renewed canvas
The prophet danced in the ravine
A new dawn struck a cord
That played in his heart

A new dawn struck a cord
That played in his heart

For a time too long to recall
The spider then crawled

The spider then crawled

The prophet stood head high
With proud astonishment
He saw a shining path
Hit upon his eyes
A town he walked toward

Toward a town he walked
He walked toward a town
A town he walked toward