As the storm picks up speed, it feeds off the endless greed. The scream of thousands in my mind, clouding my judgment , leaving me blind. Finally put down my pencil, and i start to rise, screaming words now fading, the storm slowly dies......
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Blind Rising
As the storm picks up speed, it feeds off the endless greed. The scream of thousands in my mind, clouding my judgment , leaving me blind. Finally put down my pencil, and i start to rise, screaming words now fading, the storm slowly dies......
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