The Tower History repeats itself as farce Biting the benighting right in the arse Fighting indicting but stupefied To fail unavailing at what it tried The power that eats itself now knows How it defeats itself and down it goes Seeing beckoning on every side A reckoning with being rectified Not for the first time lessons unlearned Will be repeated until they are learned Not for the last time the truth denied Will come in season some reason returned To the aggrieved who believed it all But were deceived by the tower to fall For real when the wheel of fortune turned Up from roots out from under the tower Green shoots are about to sprout and flower Steven Curtis Lance