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by qawsee Jan 29, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
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