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Adam Jones Oct 2014
Never again a sight of previous gold
Let go of the moments we so dearly hold
Remember the words whispered upon a many lips
Remember swimming within lovers deep kiss
Remember towers stacking into the sky
Rain showers, wishing we could fly
Remember the songs of the angels pain
Voices smooth like a milky dream
Be no more are the broken streets
Where lost souls wonder on ****** feet
Never again will the mother cry
Or the child be pushed to suicide
Remember the sound of whispered sighs
Exasperated over again, time after time
Exhaust waits in every sidewalk line
In every aching minute of human life
From the corpses bloodied body on which we dine
To cave paintings of a different time
And so no more will we hold
Precious moments framed in gold
And no one will be here to remember
The light leaving the very last dying ember
If the human race were to go extinct...

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