coming over the trees you wake
looking about for what to take
empty bowl what to make
feed yourself before the rest
think of you being the best
not of the complete mess
on the plains of the congo
on the dying fields of red rice
on the shifting sands of the ancients
as the sun beats down
empty bowls what to make
you gather souls to take
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