Time

by Tiffany E. Riccio   Aug 28, 2005


Happy days and blood stained graves,
time is passing us by.
Ready or not we must face our destiny,
what ever fate that may be.
Dying race or rapid reproduction pace,
the world is evolving.
For better or for worse,
this is our curse.
Life we must survive every day.

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