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In a Land of Orchid petals
And Cherry Blooms Lotus flowers And Banzai delicacy Crowded with tradition And geisha grace Crafted simplicity Of respectful face Where Divine Wind Takes on New meaning To a society Where sacrifice is an expectation Memoirs of disaster Flail in steaming clouds Written in earthen shifts Of seismic power An ocean of destruction Wills nature's contempt Of Scientific clumsy arrogance Instructed as a lesson of ultimate power Power no society can control Power no faith can ordain Power beautiful as it is destructive Power fueled with our complacent waste A demonstration of our helplessness When the end of days marks our calendar As we flounder as fish Stranded where we are no longer welcome
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