Through your eyes
I saw the red sun burst
And slowly melt

Into the Dead Sea

Through your eyes
I watched your hand expand
And crush a dozen trees
Like they were dead leaves

Through your ears
I heard the mountain laugh, the banshee cry
The statue of Mohammad roll a dice
To plastic Buddah, screaming "Christ! Another six!"

I guess it's time to pack my things
And head back slowly to Nirvana

Through your senses
I kissed dying time

So it goes
We stand alone
By standing stones
And turn them into circles

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