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Jul 12, 2009
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BETRAYAL-revissed
BETRAYAL It’s not the fear of deathNot the not knowingThat haunts me.It is my humanityThat chills my soul.Betrayal As the days go byDecay of body and mindFeeling the momentsNot as ithey used to beKilling the beasts of preyThat take control.Growing oldPulled downAs the Earth spinsTimeWe can never win.No one left to fix it all
No one to beg
No one to call
You seeGod is dead they say.We’re on our own.
No one to beg
No one to call
You seeGod is dead they say.We’re on our own.
— Geremia, Jul 12, 2009
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