Apocryph
Vicious Circle
The sword hangs upon their heads Drawing feelings without hope Dissilludioned by the book of fate On which the prophet's wrote The tales were told by their hands A blind choir comes to sing Enchanted in deserted lands A starless night begins Mother's, widows, children cry The seeds of war were sown A chase start's for the end of time As silence softly drowns And they were left behind, Simply horrified When all those tongues, Spoke tremendous sights The hands of fools are lifted up Confused they touch the gleam He smiles when his puppets dance And gently kill their dreams
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