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Sunday, December 10, 2006

Swarming

There is a season waiting for me,
There is a sky for all to see,
There is a forest still turning,
There is a fire still burning,
There is a beast coming for me,
There is a darkness which is now free,
There is a wound that is healing,
There is a pain that is feeling,
There is a heart dying in me,
There is a silent, begging plea,
There is a wind still weeping,
There is a blood that is seeping,
There is a life leaving from me,
There is a haven at a high fee,
There is a Heaven that is fading,
There is an evil which is invading.

End.
Daegal
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