Seven Zen Under & Methan

In Seven Zen Under
there is a frosen path
that none of us will enter
who hasn´t done the math 

The Geology is broken
but the friendships are intact
you may bring back a token
from the open cratertract

In Seven Zen Under
When seven monks appear
You know that they will guard
the little monkeys there

Apart from that there´s none
and no protection left
from the magnitude disaters
that will end a World of theft 

The methan gas is flowing
it´s no human kind of flow
this is the time of sinkholes
as CH4 will grow

The seven monks are praying
their tiny clockbells ring
some hour out of eternity
that even blackbirds bring

The visitors are leaving
as strangers always do
behind them is the heaving
of another methan brew