They crucified and the world watched….
Whipping all the way to glory were they…
And all the while an eerie silence governed
Maybe it was momentary? Or it wasn’t?
The raiders have raided, marauders marauded
The living salute the dead, and everything they dread
But still there is a tinge of green
On the otherwise pale pine
We will breathe, so what if a few aeons pass
We will live on…
Egos died a whimper less death
Bones are now soil and on it people fear to tread
But they did tread along the path of blood
Cz they knew that it leads to the elixir
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