raven (ravenspoems) wrote, @ 2003-06-26 23:20:00

Random Thoughts

Wind in the trees
Blowing with fierce intent
Sun shining upon the land
Scorching and burning
Evil walking upon the land
Ruling over the hapless and weak
The strong are few
The weak are many
Evil feeding upon the weak
As we would a steak
What ever are we to do
Where will we live
In this land ruled by the hateful
We will one day persevere
And rule the land once again
Good shall conquer all

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