May the land be cleansed. |
The dew-covered grass of an endless field Like waves rolling from the placid breeze The soft sounds of chimes caused to yield All who walked through, filled with ease On this day, I walked that field of peace Feeling the air flow through my body Those bells, I prayed they wouldn't cease And sat down on the grass, free of all folly I stared across the wide open plain When I saw something black move Up from the horizon without any shame That blackness became more crude Within that surge of dirt and drudge I saw things that curdled and screamed Things that caused me not to budge Horrific sights that met me when I dreamed Agony, turmoil, disease, despair Prejudice, greed, pride, corruption Their faces merged and gave an eerie glare An enveloping, deadly, bleeding eruption Then, I saw clouds form above my head Becoming more dense and more full Yet keeping the image of a soft white bed Turning all sense of dread to null Those clouds, those heavens, opened the gate Dousing the plains with a heavy, majestic rain Driving back the blackness, sealing its fate Restoring peace the newly cleansed plain |