A Time To Rise
This is the time to rise—
When clouds cover the sky,
And dark thunder rolls by,
We hinder bloody night.
Seize wind on swings;
Make it play as a violin.
Cup rain into drinks
With drops of dirt for gin.
Let moonshine be a sign
For wine truly of time.
Humidity conditions life;
Our temperatures are ripe.
It is our time to rise—
Bathe in rivers' height.
The Sun's rays will light
Our souls until we bite.
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