wings of the tsunami flying thru a sandy night
raining thoughts walking thru a burning sea
islands sinking man are dying
bullets made of stone shootin’ down the houses
no day longer waits the floating hell
remember known tales last days startin’
eyes of god closed for lunch
re-opening will happen someday place known – date not
but it’s still this day stormy sunday
exit in few days next year knockin’ on the door … 1999