Open wide thy little star
stare upon the quickened brow
you do design untold calamity
and trusting forth a Roman pearl
a deep sea green often foretold
of ancient cloth breed and descent
a barren world awaits the forgotten land
an in-depth look of horrible laments
and concrete stones set apart outside the boundaries
who was that who thought long and hard
to disclaim the inheritence of the wealthy world
who knows the depth and width of it all
strewn among desolate lands
too much for some
the angels horn
bringing my sheep inside
laughing out loud the inherited one
who goes about swinging his/her purse
to the detriment of
his/her pursuers that run for fun
in foreign land
the minstrel must awake for she
must call forth the land earth and sea
depart this land you foreign foe
leave me now before
my anger erupts on you like
too many volcanoes
be still the trees that guide me still
to where I go no one must know
for I have but one mission one goal
to reach the end of the path
no further
until I can breath that foreign tasty air
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