Forthright
know not what the world is know not how to move it Only can man accept this world for her shape Accept her for her gifts But we fight over her We fight on her my mind was made once we were lost she is now imprisoned in our war we are the polution we are the sin End not the wars End not the sinner Clense the filth this is the last chance Flee from this scean escape to the skys all worlds share the same sky our mother will not be forgotten
Copyright © Alex Ball | Year Posted 2011
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