In the twighlight of nothingness
            fateless spirits are amiss
            roaming skies,one task to heed
            spear the truth to plant the seed.
                          little by little
            Nothing gained on borrowed time
            once yours ,is now forever mine
            twiste,tangled,wreckage heap
           oozing blackened blood,brow deep
                          little by little
           Thoughtless now to think about
           speechless now to shout it out
           mindless as the sanded wind
           lifeless as all deadly sin
                         little by little
           Searching out each victim due
           the severing of lie from truth
          Slaughter on the granit hill
          lay baren every battlefield
                        little by little.

                     copyright #140 Mea.

           

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