With tears I look west. West!
The enemy of man!
I cry at what I am to become!
The wind blows me! East!
East to West!
West! To death! The exiled Babylon!
To the very problem with our world!
I look in our pond love!
My girl I stare at it and see your face!
I had once felt disbelief!
And often! A moment!
I feel a fool!
I cry as I look to the west! Winds blow my tears East and back again!
West! My enemy! West! Death!
The cancer that breaks the world!
West! I walk west! Into ash and death!
West! The corruptor of my world!
West I head to- for West I must become!