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A fabled city The knowledge of the ages That legendary grail A wall the schemers are trying desperately to scale Notify the wicked and the scared The evious and the greedy No entry Through guardian or progeny Not today Not yesterday Not ever Let them reap what they so pompously sowed The city is closed Between them and knowing The hunter's blade Between them and freedom An army of unholy red Let the liars reap what they so joyously sowed The city is closed Pristine pitch black sand A bird on song Faces on a tree Lillies in the valley Some things will never be Let them reap what they so callously sowed For the underserving The city will always be closed Closed Closed Closed Closed © 2008 AhkenatonShare this poem: