Ramblings of a Ginger Monk
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Friday, February 28, 2014
End of Our Days
The Earth is cold
Though it's blazed with fire
The world of old
Is on its funeral pire
Death and destruction
Rot and decay
Pain and obstruction
Mark the end of our days
Hold tight to faith
For only it will save
Drowning out the wraith
Of your days as a slave
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