Thursday, December 22, 2011


The road spreads wider than ever
and the voices seem to fade
the victims rise up to their throne
kneeling down before the blade

step by step they keep marching on
for a voice commands so loud
a stream of tears running down
from the heart filled with cloud

the end has never been close
and the sun's about to set for good
the heart is not a faint one
even for the final time they stood

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