The Kora on the river flows
the blues afloat along the shore
with golden bullets in the sands
and nothing but your rugged hands
is this the Styx we're floating on
is it a ghost from which we run
this myriad which spreads disease
a destiny which breaks all keys
like locusts prying a last meal
can someone tell me is this real
did it all end, did we survive
can someone send another life! M
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