Once upon a time it was,
When the sun was going down,
The masses gathered round a cross
To celebrate the birth of sound
Bards and priests with kings and queens
Together hand in hand
They stood in silence in the fields
To honour their land
The eldest and the wisest sage
Could not utter a word
When a gust of wind turned a page
In the book of the sacred world
He came up to the ancient script
The written words were next
A time will come - the world will tip
And a cross will signify its X.
So, all those letters were prophetic
The earth is drowning in shame
Its core went filthy and stigmatic
Its hands were tightly chained
Those days have gone but still it seems
That everything revolves
The wonderland does not exist
And human beings are wolves
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