Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The fallen

The fallen by Damian Gadal
...and it all goes back to the roots of time,
suffering, suffering
shambles of the past.

We ran out of war and disease,
we ran out of love and hate,
we ran out of everything...

Nobody knows how it happened,
there was nothing we could do,
so we sat and waited.

Our future, smoke and ashes...
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