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david-johnson
david-johnson
Irish
I've shouldered heartache, shouldered pain And I have taken all the blame For through my weakness of volition, I've relinquished all ambition To be more than just a vacant gazer, Like one who claims their soul is braver, Yet capitulates before the saber. And man excels in lies and treason, Extinguishes the age of reason For if all men are free to think, Then surely the Leviathan must sink And with it take down all degrees of malfeasance is stormy seas, And from the ashes birth and rise, a phoenix silhouettes the skies Who pirouettes and sparks with glee, Arching towards the bourgeoise And whenceforth now but down below This sinking pit you surely know Cannot be held, cannot be kept Our Natures toil their final breath And with the fall of all from grace, The wolves oh long ago they raced For all there is a time to rise Our ignorance lay in our eyes Through history I again recite, That dawn doth fade before the night
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
Natures Toil