Status of State

Allow my people to leave this land
To return to the home that is prepared for them
For their dutiful worship, labor and toil
Where else in the world is so
Cosmically Obtuse
Reduce the symptoms and the loss
Time to let my people go
Time to rehearse new costumes and old minstrel shows
The World is groaning from the weight
Of those to whom owning it is Fate
The great level getting out of hand
So awful to perceive behold
How all of this is getting old
Time to leave the land of Pyramids
Time to say good-bye All Seeing Eye
To seek The Light Perpetual
Define the time eventual
Cities of water and clay
Shall they wash and burn away
Within each an immortal yearn
Like fires within a glassy urn
Time to break the spell disintegrate
Time to leave this well to it's state



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Written on 2025-10-28 at 14:20

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