Dharma Unsung

Let's dance the dance just one more time.

Let's shake the bells and do the jig.

Let's bare our minds as weapons, let's pretend the holy thing.

Once more unto the battle, we shall fight until it ends.

And the winds of our deception shall advance the holy thing.

In a world of obscuration where the polar pound is weighed.

Where the winners are the losers and our enemeies our friends.

So we will get lost within delusion and fulfillments ashen stare

Shall ever gaze upon us till at last we learn to share.

Lying here in blessed waters, where our comfort covers all.

Till the guise of our deception, once more shall make us fall.