Mother Nature's arms bellow beneath Orion
holding life & death in the sleeping hands of Zion
The world spins in her waking eye
The heart beats in his echoic sigh
Every new day, every sunrise
is but a sign, if they're satisfied
It was a dark dawn when one man
dove his fist into the sand
pulled out a handful, a rebellious plan
made a fist and took a stand
Zion released Orion from the flaming hands of Nature
a flash of green and lighning pink took away his future
As the sand turned to glass
in his few final breaths
his Karma-held hands
he clutched to his chest
The sunrise turned grey
the tide never came
"A warning to all" the gods sang
Looming over as his breath escaped.
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