Apocalypse's Way

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Here come the omen Things for those mischiefs Then. . . The wind approached them with his coax Indeed love was his arms But those imp mistreat his word of care Now. . . There they are in the land torrid Where they've learned to begged They've shouted "Let us Die" But no ear listen Alas! They've learned to cry Regrets, If only they've heeded the counsel of the wind Be punished not with eternal pain They've asked for mercy again and again But Apocalypse's Way... Stayed the same... Written: Novemember 18, 2000 @ 6:30 pm Mysterious Aries / Simplyfred Image: Internet