Moonlight Shadow :: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman ::
:: As It Shall Be ::
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the flickering flame, with passing time
doth burn the wax away
the candle, like the human soul
grows shorter everyday  

the spirit in maternal womb
seek entry to the world
an irony, reasons the trial
the death sentence unfurled

the plummet down, the abyss up
and time shall be the key
for one day we shall meet the earth
the end, as it shall be.
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