Use it...use it now....the birds all call it's heed...they see its key,
But you must unlock it...without delay or speed...wish wish wish,
Time is ticking...the world could be ending...don't you see,
Use it...use it jeez...the world has begun it's sweet inlay.
Flock oh flock from it's course...the hemisphere rising,
North nor south...but a equatorial belch...rise oh rise above,
Fight the existence of the birds sight seeing...no delay abound,
The world is falling...falling from it's golden crown.
Has is ever occurred to someone the importance of rameses,
A king with the sport coat of a lion...the elephant tusks of glory,
Ivory guards that flinch without warning...the might flowing,
His kingdom fell like heavy stones laid in the earth...gravestone rising.
The story is set...set in inglorious stone of destructive waves and woes,
Let it take its course...not a chance...survival of the fittest is how it is,
Little monk pray...churches glorify the end...grandparents watch with wisdom,
Don't let it take you away...oh beautiful imaginable imagination.
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