Chrono
A Devoted Distraction
It as the at point which we think we know the most that we truly know the least.
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Post by Chrono on Oct 29, 2007 21:46:38 GMT -6
Hark! Twilight calls, Forth from the Nether The siren sings A forlorn melody
Puppet master of the world Strings of fate in hand Shadows pulled to dance To the rhythm of a whisper The figures speak by steps of their feet Zealous and eager, moving without thought Effect after effect; no cause in reason Draws the strings taut to the point of breaking A step too far, for to gain is to lose When a fool's victory is all that is won
An end begun, the deed is done We all plummet from the sun Light succumbs Darkness prevails Minds closed to what forethought entails
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