Itmonster
It is the inevitable, inescapable monster, that lies in wait for all
It has no qualms for the life it will take, for it takes every life
It is the master of fate, turning warm blood cold as slate
The screw rusts, the dew becomes dust, and all the
Liquid becomes ash at a rate deemed "fast" by
Those who KNOW and FEAR
----------------------------IT----------------------------
Rot / Rust / Rebuild / Rename / Reform/RE
Conquer / Divide / Rebel / Establish / Commence
Over / and / over / and / over / and / over / and / over /and
New is an irony, history a fallacy, it's all the same, it's all old
It's all the same, It's all the same, the best have already been.
Copyright © Zachary Richardson | Year Posted 2006
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