Clean of my disease

My brother and the rest of the prisoners broke out of prison
I would have followed them if it wasn't for my terminal disease
They threw heavy objects at the guards maiming them heinously
Then went back to their lives as desert criminals

And then the guards at my chamber abandoned me because they defected
The rest of the men at the prison were playing football together with the guards
What a mysterious and beautiful trust went my heart into assuming
and as some old friends led me out I could see they were conspiring with knives

So alone again on the busy streets of a desert nation
No cure from the illness and not a hand to help in an already desperate city
I went to the seaside forest where the trees grew tall and broadly
I climbed one of the tallest redwoods as a tidal wave consumed the city below

The tree swayed and dipped under drenching me
but pulled me out before I could drown
I could feel the disease being washed out of me
As the city crumbled under the weight of inundating waters