Wisdom across dried skin, none are remorseful.
Their cries and mine have fallen on deaf ears.
Empires are built by slaves,
And words only endure through flesh.
It seems even knowledge preys upon the weak,
And the suffered are long forgotten.
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
Wisdom across dried skin, none are remorseful.
Their cries and mine have fallen on deaf ears.
Empires are built by slaves,
And words only endure through flesh.
It seems even knowledge preys upon the weak,
And the suffered are long forgotten.
© Nicholas Laurent 11/29/10
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