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Post by The Hooded One on Oct 14, 2004 9:21:11 GMT -5
On slates of cursed chaos do the devils lie On the steely arms of justice do the heavens die The seeds of time since past slowly drift away A new dawn lights to apoint another day
Time keeps slowly turning, past us by and by And the fateful drops of bloodshed dictate who shall die Our streets are filled with filth, corruption and disease A petty thing to witness and yet we try to please
A government which sits above us, fairly much content To watch a nation fall to the ravages they have rent Now I sit and mourn the days which long since past In silence and remembrance do my fate I cast
No longer can we sit and watch the world go by Its time to act, its time to do so the angels no longer cry Let not that which is precious slowly drift away Let us no longer await the coming of another day
And if you sit with voices mute The seeds of Chaos shall bear the fruit And the evils of this country shall surely go unchecked So I beg you please, cast your stone, test your fate And never let it rest.
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Post by Kolava on Oct 14, 2004 14:26:07 GMT -5
Excellent piece.
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