Here in his shrineThat they have forgottenHere do we toilThat we might rememberBy night we reclaimWhat by day was stolenFar from ourselvesHe grows ever near to usOur eyes once were blindedNow through him do we seeOur hands once were idleNow through them does he speakAnd when the world shall listenAnd when the world shall seeAnd when the world remembersThat world shall cease to be.
Stealthero [2018-05-17 00:36:14 +0000 UTC]
INTERESTING concept. I dig it
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MCab719 [2013-12-15 19:53:05 +0000 UTC]
All... My... Yes....
FREAKIN' AMAZING!
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Ashos In reply to MCab719 [2013-12-15 22:32:41 +0000 UTC]
Thanks!
MCab719 In reply to Ashos [2013-12-15 22:38:51 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome!