Dark is the River
From the lands of oil,
Each day it gets bolder
As it covers more soil.
The conquest begins
Like spilled ink on paper.
Slyly, it wins
Unrestrained, its water.
Spreading like fire
In veiled piety
A river so dire
Whose water is murky.
And wherever it goes
The lands bow in Silence,
As it comes to impose
Its Malevolence.
Now only the true free
Know the River by name
And only the true brave
Can stop the flow of the same,
For they see with the eyes
Of the lands that wont bow,
They will fight all its lies
Purge that River, here - now.
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cynthiabuhainbaello
02.23.13
philippines
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