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From the depth of his heart,
in the cold light of day,
the world would fall upon him,
without word or warrent,
with impact it would slay.
***
A slave to it’s treachery,
pandering to it’s will,
the man would fear nothing,
until the end,the finality of it’s shrill.
***
Fallen from grace,risen from decay,
he knew that it would end,
but how or when,
he wouldn’t dare to say.
***
Copyright © nEoPOL 2008 All rights reserved
in the cold light of day,
the world would fall upon him,
without word or warrent,
with impact it would slay.
***
A slave to it’s treachery,
pandering to it’s will,
the man would fear nothing,
until the end,the finality of it’s shrill.
***
Fallen from grace,risen from decay,
he knew that it would end,
but how or when,
he wouldn’t dare to say.
***
Copyright © nEoPOL 2008 All rights reserved
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