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I met a trekker from a far off land
Speaking in rues of distant tongues, his song
Vacant remnants of fake facades they long
Man he said, lacked the wisdom to command
The land he bore contained nothing but sand
Their frail hearts broken, fallen all lifelong
From their first breath they can only do wrong
They lay within the discontent in hand
For Robber Barons clinging blindly, tear
Consumed by their hate cannot break the chains
Departing, behind him a barren land
My eyes turn to a blackened death to bear
To a blood reigned shock of arid stained rains
But hope is not lost as time will withstand



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by MTMarshall

Time Trail
Time...
is nothing more...
than the beaten path of the future

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: May 25, 2015 )





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