It was in the hills, atop the bend, I traced the flesh of earth There in the palm of my hand, drips the sand, the blood of mother nature I render the dust to the wind, atop the sin of men I can hear the hollow that swallowed the air Across the sky a pattern of light that burst, brimming, overflow A spectacle that smears plasma flickering and fade, like falling stars That atmosphere drinks, the atmosphere... IT IS HERE! IT DRAWS NEAR! We paint the sky, we celebrate, we hold our head high But we stand today, for the sins of yesterday Embrace the cost, but never forget... The cost of it. As if God never sanctioned the plans we erected In chamber halls speaking of grand plans That always place the speakers at the head of every table If in every venture, justice was the core Maybe the world would be better Alas, life en masse was suffering for a king or cause The thing we built, though it stands the test of time I find no one recalled the ledger Just shallow things we taste But we forgot the ghost... and we forgot the face. We paint the sky, we celebrate, we hold our head high But we stand today, for the sins of yesterday Embrace the cost, but never forget... The cost of it. Never forget... the cost of it. [End]
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