Refresh

by qawsee   Jan 29, 2009


Yield to the only master
Outstretched hands grasp at you
Under the shell of disaster

Life it seems berserk at times
Once again the death of great minds
Starts a spiral to the end
Time once more to kill your friends

Toward the end of man's short time
Halls of flesh and bone will mark
Eternal payment for our crime

Gone we are, earth rejoice
A plague upon you face's choice
May be the trigger that heals you soul
Enough with man, refresh the whole

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