It does not matter what you think
I do die disinfected of human beings
a regret of times gone so by
for mighty was the sword in my mind
Now we do what is asked
we surrender our noble swords
for we did mean to fight
on so many, on so many sides
Could we fall in ignorance
for we could not protect all
should not the manner of Earth
be given by the great stars of old
Some God's are pure infants
closed to the fabric of time
swaddled in comfort
in the future of baby stars
My Love for them
lord's of time
oh goodness no
they share a Holy Rhyme
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
It does not matter what you think
I do die disinfected of human beings
a regret of times gone so by
for mighty was the sword in my mind
Now we do what is asked
we surrender our noble swords
for we did mean to fight
on so many, on so many sides
Could we fall in ignorance
for we could not protect all
should not the manner of Earth
be given by the great stars of old
Some God's are pure infants
closed to the fabric of time
swaddled in comfort
in the future of baby stars
My Love for them
lord's of time
oh goodness no
they share a Holy Rhyme
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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