The bell rings loud still, though we sit idle and wait for deliverance from some elusive saviour, the bell still rings, cautions and tells us to wake, to take heed of the times and stay awake, this old soul sits at the watchtower and waits, waits for the end.
He coughs with illness at the darkness to come, cares not for all of them, he stands blind in mind and deaf to them, though he can see the light, he cannot reveal it, they would go blind.
The truth lays quiet in the meadow whilst the lie blazes forth as it always has, they fall victim as the others have, one in a million holds the white dove.-Citizen
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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