entitled: We Really Arent Teaching Him OF Getting Over Death
at the end of time, on a ledge far from space, waits an impatient figure, with a disappointed face. hes counting his blessings, in utter disgust, theyve poisoned his dreams, and betrayed all his trust. the winged sit beside him, trying to comfort his heart, for now he does know, with this world he must part. between heaven and hell, theyve wasted away, taking harm unto others, using war as a play. so many times he has tried, to straighten their path, so many times they have wandered, felt his fury and wrath. their mistakes they cant learn from, past repeating itself, putting peace love and prosperity, behind power fame and wealth. now the sky turns to black, and with a wave of his hand, this planet will crumble, and turn into sand.
2006-10-16
18:32:59
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