Prism Ollah Olleh Olluh sun struck striate
Yet magnified the map in colour mode
The wizards reading glass prompt paper weight
It slid on cityscape to ruby road
The wizards bells a cleaner future bode
In form of frequency eliminate
The statues dressed in poop endured vile load
The cityscape a source of pigeon hate
The chimes I heard I traced to twisted spires
The resonance a scourge to rats and mice
They scampered free their luggage fleas and lice
Infested clothes then burnt on cleansing pyres
Ten cannons aimed at air its grey tinged gloom
To break up cloud on slam of sonic boom
Chorus gloom dimness murk