Horizon; the sky is grey
And you will reap a whirlwind
Flutter bird or else you’re dead
You will reap a whirlwind
The poet is dead, the visionary
All love is lost now, yet he loved me
What you have sown, you will reap
A whirlwind
You will reap a whirlwind
Rise up, and mould the spearhead
The world wants war
So you fluttered but still haven’t flown
You will reap a whirlwind
So follow me, my eyes have seen
His vision is clear and dawned upon me
What you have sown, you will reap
A whirlwind
You will reap a whirlwind
Seven will wait for more urgent worlds
Movement allowed but nothing unfurls
Setting at the rate of the summer sun
Quivering minds and all sense lost
Horizon
Rise up

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