these waves are not crashing
the rocks are not standing still
my eyes do not see
the sun is not rising on the hill.
the typhoons roar on the breast of the earth
the empire rises from the sea,
the waves warned us first,
of the Beast to see
these waves are crying to us
begging us to cease
these waves see the future
of our blood engulfing the sea.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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