They talk of the power dred has over beauty
They never seem to mention the clouds
They talk of the fire, the death, and the fury
But never of songs or sounds
Thy talk of the battles they've lost against evil
They talk of their fallen companions
I will talk of the ocean and stars
And all of the comforts that command them
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
They talk of the power dred has over beauty
They never seem to mention the clouds
They talk of the fire, the death, and the fury
But never of songs or sounds
Thy talk of the battles they've lost against evil
They talk of their fallen companions
I will talk of the ocean and stars
And all of the comforts that command them
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