Evil Owns The Past - Poem by Patti Masterman
Evil owns the past,
Don't let it wake up
Just let it sleep,
The past can rip wide apart
This now, we keep.
Mothers who never came home,
Children murdered, thrown away,
Fathers who were never found;
The past holds the carnage
Of all our days.
The dead who never slept in peace,
And still don't know if they wake or sleep-
Give them their dreams, until time end
And all the past to hell, descends.
(written to Loneliness, Trip Hop instrumental produced by Scartz)
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