Saturday, August 23, 2008

Over great empire
Truth and fate collide
We are each one fading
Gathering into barns
To hide with the cows
Will it pass over?
Sapping of the might
The deadly beast is raging
While we are still warm
And nobody knows
Will it pass over?

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