A Dream of Pyongyang
I Took a walk through old Pyongyang
a package tour, a secret sign
a party of surreal control
four hundred floors for me to climb
Consider, I was led by Kim
to forge a statement tall and slim
I made the point, he failed to see
but made the point right back at me
I sat by Leonard on a tram
and noticed when he tapped my hand
the beauty of his weaponry
the beauty of some prophecy
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