Saturday, September 18, 2004

Tomorrow's Tidings

Citizens beneath street-lamps
Straining to the chords of war
To the roar of destruction
Pacing the rubbled streets
Snatching away sleep
Voice rends the night air
"I will erode you into nothing"

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