Tuesday, May 14, 2013

A life in time

all that i may be
And all yet to come
Im but a traveller through time
Wadding through lifes slime

I have seen,
War waged upon the weak
Victims violated by the victorsUpon the heaping loot
Where darkness crept and souls
leapt
found treasures upon the crypt

For the outspoken
No spasms of joys awaits
Still heros emerge to restore hope
A thin line to walk
And i none to talk
And so

For those who remains
The thrill of ascession awaits
And i join upon the end of living
For the life long foretold
Full of joy untold

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