Flowers of evil bloom from where the wind was sewn.
Ashes to mark the tombs of soldiers all unknown.
A child cries out in hunger and nothing cures the fever.
Where is the child's earth mother now that he really needs her?
Wearing a uniform, I was a soldier there
as I stood watching from broken-down tower stairs.
I was waiting for the signal -- a message not in writing --
when I thought I heard a whistling out on the dark horizon.
Angels of death arose screaming across the sky
and then the seeds they'd thrown reaping the whirlwind wild.
I could not escape the thunder.
I felt the ground start shaking
and then everything crumbled,
all around me the light breaking.
Riding fast on the wind out of the flames of hell
driving me blind as sin with a message to tell.
The moon turned red and bleeding.
The way kept disappearing
and the message I came speaking
I could find no one in hearing.
All the stars fell to earth.
Mushroom clouds darked the sun.
Every green thing burns torches to kingdom come.
I'm caught up in their reaching,
my lonely soul forsaken
and if I'm only dreaming,
how long till I awaken?