It’s coming
It’s coming
It’s coming I cried
I can feel the calm inside
Of this giant at my side
For it is coming

This calamity of plagues
That wipes the ground asunder
And clears the way for
Great new things
To rise in their own places

I speak of the coming of the giant

That monster which we call man
The re-creator of our world
In whose image we grow
And shall for ever know
By the shadow that we cast
Upon this bleak and ugly land
I say lets make it stone
For in comfort is this creature
This beast surrounded by walls of steel
And concrete
Protected it thinks by these walls
But it even it knows

It cannot stop the giant
The true reshaper
Maker and breaker
Of our world
Been here long before
And shall be here ever more
I speak of the coming of the giant
That swallows up these tiny beasts
Floods them from there walls
I speak of the hurricane beside me
 
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