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Mar 2015
rotting
corpses all around me
cleansed of all that is
good and evil
judgement
no longer exists
we're alone to walk this earth
with nothing but fists
held high

a desperate cry for justice
solstice
turn around the page
for a blank new start

this is the time
the world is ours
to change
the future is strange
but holds great secrets
a pandora box
this is it
this is
the new order
Nimrod Morgenstern
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Nimrod Morgenstern
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   Weeping willow, Brianne and SPT
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