Death...
*"In time I shalt wither
and learn to
sing the song of songs,
But...
there is time enough yet
before my fall
so come hear my
final
plea!"*
We're living in a time of
discord
where the concept of universal
Brotherhood
lies twisted and torn
on
the apocalyptic
highway of the world.
The inner soul
of
each and every being on this earth
must
learn the ways of truth
or else
be consumed
by
the continual temptations of hellish
Hate
that prey and plague upon us
as we venture
through the thorny path
of
our rose-tinted
Life...
©Rangzeb Hussain
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC
Death...
*"In time I shalt wither
and learn to
sing the song of songs,
But...
there is time enough yet
before my fall
so come hear my
final
plea!"*
We're living in a time of
discord
where the concept of universal
Brotherhood
lies twisted and torn
on
the apocalyptic
highway of the world.
The inner soul
of
each and every being on this earth
must
learn the ways of truth
or else
be consumed
by
the continual temptations of hellish
Hate
that prey and plague upon us
as we venture
through the thorny path
of
our rose-tinted
Life...
©Rangzeb Hussain
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