blood red sky ‘neath pale moon
stark tree with crows for leaves
a house divided crumbling soon
wilting, the forgotten sheaves
an invitation sent to all
building bridges or erecting walls
who will stand and who will fall
strawberry moon and indigo morn
a house divided doomed to fall
who will laugh and who will mourn
who will heed the prophets’ call
who build …
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