Man
What is it that causes man to search out the darkness
Thou he be a child of light
No matter what good he intends, Its the bitter he consumes
The fruit of rebellion which grows deep in the soul
Will eventually guide the eye
Yes we may wish to follow the star of granduer
The hill we know can climb
A river we seek to overcome
A battle worth a fight to the death
Alas my friend twill be none of these we will do
It will be garbage that we shall find
Blood and terror we shall drink
And fear will rule the heart
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2006
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