The Tower
This tower that was built
Upon lies and fantasy
Will soon meet catastrophe
The weaken foundation
From the rains condensation
Sinks slowing into the ground
While the rolling thunders provocative sound
Can be heard in the far
Lighting strikes, leaving all inside charred
Brick by brick it crumbles
The ground beneath rumbles
And the beings flee into the sky
They’d rather die than fry
The ending of the devils lies
Sits in a blackened pile
To grow again like a child
Upon lies and fantasy
Will soon meet catastrophe
The weaken foundation
From the rains condensation
Sinks slowing into the ground
While the rolling thunders provocative sound
Can be heard in the far
Lighting strikes, leaving all inside charred
Brick by brick it crumbles
The ground beneath rumbles
And the beings flee into the sky
They’d rather die than fry
The ending of the devils lies
Sits in a blackened pile
To grow again like a child
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