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threw mist where the shadows lay
living always in their waking dreams
through this life where the grip on real world is sliping
too the endless abiss where all shall come to lay in the times ahead
where those tied too the ways of old
shall learn that the books do not old turth too what will be
only the way it was shall the words tell
Of forgoton blood once spilled
it was once the sweet rain of death
now falls as the rain of life upon those born too forgoton
for this is there time too live,grow and enjoy
for once they know peace with out worry
with out fearng what comes
for they are will be ready for there last stand
 hellflame3000 · Tue Mar 22, 2005 @ 12:36am · 0 Comments |
