by James Gatz

Created on: January 20, 2010

From the hallowed sky flows tears of depression, giving forth a layer of old years on which to reflect the score approaching. Anxiously awaiting I arise to see the devil approaching howling his fury to which I willingly accept his challenge. When once afraid of my complacent years I embrace now upon the backbone at which my strength lies.

I speak not of knowledge or altitude of age but of the moment in which past and future collide where one must determine at which they plan to lay.Engulfed in comfort or lavished in adventure, is the parody of troubled youth and the collapse of dynasties to come.

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