the inferoir
how is mighty man the blade a standing torch of charadeis his still inside the stone in which relize inside my zone
crowining victory is at ones feet
spite the thought of blood and wheat
the bread i share is woven of gold
the lesson i tell has already been told
folks now know it in haste
shadow stone a fadin into waste
take stance with the firey blade of deception
doom stalks prey with all inflecion
knowing next its task is at hand
his mind seeks to tell him survival is a demand
the bread is woven gold
lesson told
folks in haste
no time to waste
can he do what life has led him not
can he destroy all his got
slay his life as it may seem
in power comes greed he kills his dream
the bloody bread is of gold
power equals greed must not have been fortold
folks now know it in haste
shadow stone wont shine becuase the sun has been defaced
Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2008-04-11 at 06:29
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