Lonelypoet
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2005
- Posts
- 113
The fires burn across the chasm,
as the smoke fills the sky.
Never more will the people dance,
no more the birds will fly.
For man has made his worthless bed,
which sinks into this pit.
He does strive to make things better,
but now must lie in it.
~ Lonelypoet
as the smoke fills the sky.
Never more will the people dance,
no more the birds will fly.
For man has made his worthless bed,
which sinks into this pit.
He does strive to make things better,
but now must lie in it.
~ Lonelypoet