The temple is open
The Ixtonals all sound
Sacrifice waiting
In ceremonial gown
Chieftain is waiting
With blade in his hand
Pray to a god
Then break the commandment
Out come the Bakshists
From across the ocean
Wise young pacifists
With elegant motions
Herbal peace
And acid dreams
Anicmadhi tool
Is just as it seems
Portal is closing
The races now meet
Stares are clashing
But hearts do not beat
"Head for the mountain
And live in peace"
Master Dawa
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