The sands of time bellow between my toes,
A feeling of mirth that fills me full of enlightenment,
The images in my visions, the horror and woes,
A tale of my past that held me in trance.
In days of old, when man was young,
Before the times of Jesus, in times of piety,
Our drawings and inscriptions than man hung,
In time we'll be remembered as one.
Our lives filled with joy, our coffers of gold,
A ritual that offers our lives to truth,
In death we are reborn, in life we are sold,
The circle of life returning, to its original fold.
Our monuments so awe inspiring, we know it is true,
A single short description, in life we had begun,
Our colours are in the earth, reds, greens and blue
If this life were repeated, in my element i would be.
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