Time marches on…
Stranger to his soul do eyes see
Time marches on…

Angel, tear their souls apart
Angel head
Fall to your feet

So let it be written
A slave, born to serve
Heil onto fire

A “friend” of misery
Shattered, you found this Love
Fist, Heart, Strength

Die by my hand
Slide across this existence
Give unto the midnight air

Unto the soil
To the air
Back to the ground.

Ian V. Seymour ©1996

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