Wednesday, June 16, 2010

roots of evil (a song of some sort)

The darkest hour has a silver lining
look up in the sky
and see the pieces fall

the darkest cloud has a lighter side
I am empty
and I am all

The darkest night
is full of children
all living the nightlife

The bleakest day
is full of children
struggling

we all are the products
of the madness within us
and the chaos and order
outside

The darkest cloud has a silver lining
every forest grows green
paper money is a forest of evil
and a wealth of riches

everything we own
we own till we die

nothing is owned
nothing is owned
nothing is owned
but ash
(silver and gray lining...)

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