The Struggle

Sun, 12/01/2013 - 21:45 -- Drjosh

Here comes the darkness quickly creeping in

While the world is reeking of some unforgiven sin

Starless night, burnt out moon

The stink of our earth will choke me soon

Sadness. Regret. Disgust.  

All these things I feel

Humanity is our Achilles’ heel

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