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8/6/2017 7:54:02 AM
APOCALYPSE - Please be brutal	APOCALYPSE When from afar I watch a balloon rise, Across the coloured spectrum of our life, Reminds of music scales, some lows,some highs, Just like a tune played on a fairy fife. The breeze uplifts our wishes intospace, For each of us with our own hopes isborn, Some fall astray but most achieve gladgrace, as noble vigour our life path adorn Yet, blooms decay and autumns fade away, until new memoirs are etched once again. For man borrows this earth tilljudgement day but leaves his knowledge here behind. Tillthen, the mystic stands alone atop the hill, to make new findings for tomorrow’sthrill. edited by Ouroboros on 8/6/2017
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8/6/2017 7:54:02 AM

APOCALYPSE
When from afar I watch a balloon rise,
Across the coloured spectrum of our life,
Reminds of music scales, some lows,some highs,
Just like a tune played on a fairy fife.

The breeze uplifts our wishes intospace,
For each of us with our own hopes isborn,
Some fall astray but most achieve gladgrace,
as noble vigour our life path adorn

Yet, blooms decay and autumns fade away,
until new memoirs are etched once again.
For man borrows this earth tilljudgement day
but leaves his knowledge here behind. Tillthen,

the mystic stands alone atop the hill,
to make new findings for tomorrow’sthrill.

edited by Ouroboros on 8/6/2017

pages: 1