O'  end of quarrels in the sandy desert-
O' terror weep for thy innocent lion-
O' terror she has no cause, where can she go when rocks disappear into red rivers of lost artifacts, where she has no gun, only her *****-
O' I see you are selfish-
O' I see you hate, and ask of you to stop your explosions, stop your suicide, and let us all enter her body-
O' the dreams are there, warm and legal-
O' we can all drink from your oil wells, but must stop your anger first-
O' I shall seek her otter, will she be far behind-
O' terror can you do this, my simple request, we shall enter her body together, like children we still are and always can be-