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BlackMage145 β Lost souls
Published: 2005-01-22 11:09:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 117; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 5
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Long gone, long goneShattered, analysed, done
We are done, letβs pack up and go home
Precious poets, wonderful writers
Gone and over, even in a new millenia
Finding their rest, thier reflective souls at peace
The dead generation is buried
Songs, stories and poems; thier legacy
Fluttering in the wind
The priest closes his bible and leaves
The gravestones stand alone on a barren field
Like countless millions before them
We stare at the graves
Our trench coats wave in the wind
With the setting sun behind us
A strange lot assembled here before this memorial
Aspiring hopefuls, all with the gift, the talent
The untested bastard children of a strange breed
The stars wink above the hopefuls
Aligned in ominous formations
Waiting for us to take up our destined burden
We are ready...I think
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i like this. very moving and gives a very clear image of each line in my head
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