You Will Reap a Whirlwind

Horizon; the sky is grey. And you will reap a whirlwind. Flutter bird or else you're dead. You will reap a whirlwind. The poet is dead, the visionary All love is lost now, yet he loved me. What you have sown, you will reap. A whirlwind. You will reap a whirlwind. Rise up, and mould the spearhead. The world wants war. So you fluttered but still haven't flown. You will reap a whirlwind. So follow me, my eyes have seen His vision is clear and dawned upon me. What you have sown, you will reap. A whirlwind. You will reap a whirlwind. Seven will wait for more urgent worlds. Movement allowed but nothing unfurls. Setting at the rate of the summer sun Quivering minds and all sense lost. Horizon Rise up.