5 acessos
Up rose the mountain and the black cloud fell
sky made a river flowing down from the hill
up rose the mud pile in a dim lit crack
mold came, a mold made in the muck of a shade
and day and night and day and night
and so on
up rose the tree line and the wind blew grass
salt water whittled pieces off of the land
up rose the critters of all types and shape
brains sizing upwards, taking turns on top of the hill
and day and night and day and night
and so on
up rose the manchild, just like the rest
but with big head planning to stay on top of the chain
Book says "dominion" like a long term plan
but if time were this song, we'd have been around about as long as this...