With hearts in our hands
we pound the sky
the world burns below
and us atop our
mountains of greed
can know nothing
of the crumbling towers
the peasants rejoice
while their homes blaze
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 4:54 AM UTC
With hearts in our hands
we pound the sky
the world burns below
and us atop our
mountains of greed
can know nothing
of the crumbling towers
the peasants rejoice
while their homes blaze
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