A seedy cedar tree endures electric karma
Struck down like so many of Zeus’s enemies
Pillars of smoke plunder the air
The sun’s face goes red with anger
A small town turns in under a big city sky
Orange demons dance
They reach out wildly in the night
Blasphemous bushes burn
Forsaking their roots and the dry dirt
A convoy of crusaders is coming
Forsaking their roots and the dry dirt
A convoy of crusaders is coming
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