Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Sunrise

Crimson Skies,
not a bird flies

Whispers in the air,
telling me why should i care

No love anywhere,
only hate and despair

Once we cared, once it mattered,
but all that was good, shattered

Where are we to go?
how are we to know?

What a Surprise...
a Nuclear Sunrise

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