as we sit and face the futurethere's no one knows just what we'll needanger breeds on edge of suturefire declares itself with speed
rhyme and reason fade in panicfire and water meet in peacenot a one who waits is manicyet not a one could blame caprice
grant the fire will burn the cloverand mighty flood will cleanse the valenothing's left here to recovernone of the wise will hear this tale
shallow paint the world in colourmake the choices come out flatthings will seem to come out dullerthe night belongs to angry bat
31 December 2007
approaching midnight
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