Spires


If around all sides are spires,
And below us only hell
What else are we left to do, But look up to the stars.
If Sun is consumed in infinite fires,
and Moon casts Daunting shadows beaming out light as well,
What else are we left to do
But look up to the stars.
If to man the king in spires is gold,
Then would he not make God one of silver?
The spires forever blocking the view,
Spires made of glass.
To speak out and say foretold,
Curse the cannons in the spires against our arrow and quiver.
The spires forever blocking the view,
Spires made of glass.
Below the unknowing feet lays hell.
Fate deciding whist you stand
Left alone in the rivers changed and channeled,
In to paths we may not see.
If unpunished do we go and tell?
Tell there is life beyond land.
Left alone in the Rivers changed and channeled,
Into paths We may not see.
If around all sides are spires,
And below us only hell,
What are we left to do,
But look up at the stars.
What else would be more perfect but to look up at the stars.

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