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Rated: E · Poetry · Mythology · #1840856
Mythological tale of a Master teaching his future Successor.
Resurrected, out of mud and love
There un-cleansed eyes are urging and searching for you
It’s love they feel in their hearts
Hope is the keeper of their dreams !

There is, there is no time to waste
Centuries past and I still see her face
(Watchmen)
The time has come
To save us from the new dawn of hate
(Watchmen )
It’s our pain that keeps him alive , Watchmen !

My son do you see the tears they cry
The way they embrace his hypnotic lies
I pray for enlighten mines
So run, run from this world of false idols and falling skies

There is, there is no time to waste
Centuries past and I still see her face
(Watchmen)
The time has come
To save us from the new dawn of hate
(Watchmen )
It’s our pain that keeps him alive , Watchmen !
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