The World Turned Upside Down
The colors begin to bleed, the lines begin to bend
The trees stand still in the raging wind of rain
The water tastes like sky, the flowers turn to ash and grey
The stands all align in the eye
The choirs start to chant, the drums start to weep
Every time the sea comes forward, it ceases to be
Nothing is everything and everything has changed
The world is so
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