Tempus Fugit Momento Mori Poem by kedrix Udjoe

Tempus Fugit Momento Mori

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The rain is coming
Its signs comes with a spoken warning
Its lightning of destruction
And the roaring thunder of pressure
Upon whom does it fall?

The volcano is erupting
It falls not upon the masters
The masters knew and ran
Living the peasants all in ruin
For the knew but knoweth not how to run

Friday, May 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,Class
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