The gulch of the gods who had once painted time
Now settle in dust to abstain from the climb
The glory of man left in pious refrain
Sincerity won in the god he had slain
The robin sewn sackcloth turned grey from his youth
‘Neath the bark of his zeal lays the onus to truth
Oh, God of our fathers, I’m playing the part
yet seeking for something as great as thou art
TUMULTUARY 
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