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Dec 2014
The strain on time hurts
the continual tick tock tick tock
in this, the land of the lost

I try to collate the mathicalmatal equation
try to work out the ultimate cost
in this place, the land of the lost

I am lowering my shields
going to these people
not of the mighty
a land of the lost

Let the mortal in me be nice
I must in pities sake hide my banners
be a kind human at any cost
in the land of the lost


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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