What at first appeared to be
a random heap that rose
from several thousand pointless tasks
not one came to a close;
the clutter rose a story high
and scattered over a block
seen from a distance with a squint
composed an ironic clock
which told time backwards starting from
when chaos ruled this all
a whirling maelstrom from which
appeared the primordial wall
the clutter gave birth to a gate
that passed between the planes
of corporeal clutter and spiritual decay
as little as that explains;
suffice to say as usual
there’s consequences and sides
sometimes you just take what you’re dealt
be grateful that the earth abides
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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