5d
Looking over the canyon,
Grand and conniving,
A grim smile across the broken earth.
My voices echoes from it's bounds,
Without the faithful demeanor from which it came.
It calls back to me in the gambit of hatred,
'Shall you let evil rise again, or will you ***** your hand to end it.'
Grand and conniving,
A grim smile across the broken earth.
My voices echoes from it's bounds,
Without the faithful demeanor from which it came.
It calls back to me in the gambit of hatred,
'Shall you let evil rise again, or will you ***** your hand to end it.'
One who is made in the canyon's image may never begone of it's scar.
