Fool's Overture, Pt.1
History recalls how great the fall can be
While everybody's sleeping, the boat's put out to sea.
Borne on the wings of time,
It seemed the answers were so easy to find...
Too late! the prophets (profits) cried,
The island's sinking, let's take to the sky!
Called the Man a fool, stripped Him of His pride,
Everyone was laughing, up until the Day He died.
Oh, though the wounds went deep,
He's calling us ALL out of our sleep...
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(to be continued)
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