I woke from underneath the signs of a plan surreal,
but spoke, Lord, surely I will die with no strength or steel
but by brass, I will make their towers kneel.
I know men's hearts are swayed by sound in a singer's strains.
But have I faith enough to sing a city to decay?
I have tried to move mountains, and they did not obey,
but by brass and belief, their towers will be razed.
I sound the horn, shout in song, watch each brick obey my call,
and know foundations are unmade by sound, and not by steel.
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