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by Plaid
Rated: E · Poetry · Supernatural · #2242865
This one I didn't think so well through. Hope someone enjoys, though.
Every minute soon marks the hour,
of which mankind has lost its' power,
soon the electric pride of man
will bring this world down in damn.
The only saviours we had have drawn The Tower
and so disgrace shall only mark our hour
yet still we hunger for the light of day,
our darkness hour of the world making us cower
ancestors seething while man is led astray.

History is repeating itself, the law now sour.

The catacombs are full with the souls of thee
we plea, "Oh ho, my god, please set us free! ,,
Still no one will answer to us but the believers,
but man killed the women with rusted cleavers.
We sought them for fraud, for hell sake and trickery
But with it all we could not escape witchery.
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