Transcendent shadows peer over my shoulder
As I march with you to hallowed ground.
Oh how I never would have, nor wanted to...
I watch, as atlas shrugs from the weight.
I watch, as the straw breaks the camel's back.
I watch, as the water breeches the levee.
Your eyes pour forth like the fountains of Rome.
Another day living as Sisyphus.
But I promise you a land of milk and honey,
Someday we will leave this desert.
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