Impend

There is a young man
He is sitting in a room and his heart has fluttered from passing gloom
There is an old man
He is sitting on the stairs and he's been going down
The young man is grown up
The old man is rolled up
Now there is nothing left to say
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Will we fight to the grave?
Will we give up & slave?
Can it stay this way?
How long can one man obey?
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Am I right?
This has become pitiful
Through all my blight this is getting old
Was the old man laid to rest
Unrolled?
My time is ageless
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Will we fight to the grave?
Will we give up & slave?
Can it stay this way?
How long can one man obey?
Will we fight to the end?
Will we give up upon impend?

2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

11/26

Written by Emperor MAR
November 25, 2004
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