what fragile scheming man is this
who with dark wings attempts to fly
how deeply runs the river of blood
upon which we sail tonight
and this souless abyss
once an eddy gleaming shone
and on through loss and suffering and every daily mediocre living crime
once or twice the light shines free
and man reinvents humanity
8/15/03 - 6 AM
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