Mountains to Hills, the land of the Holy.
Is it a mountain I see,
the earth's very own majesty,
for if God was so hard to reach,
that only a few could ever come close,
then this mountain I would never ascend.
Best be low and unholy,
than to pretend to the throne,
and claim an ungrateful place,
next to the holy of holies.
Make the mountains smaller,
that man may yet grow taller,
into your hands I give the lamb,
may you be worthy of his slaughter.
When the skies grow dark,
and his body runs cold,
the hills and mountains,
will be your place of last refuge.
Rapture, Rebirth,
Rivers of molten rock will flow,
that the new mountains may grow,
peace will reign once again.
2007-07-21
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