we live in echoes of the empty lost
a maze of hatreds never wholly dead
within a forest overgrown with dread
we find the horror has its heavy cost
from each cold mind all decency has sped
we live in echoes of the empty lost
what was once worthy is from us now tossed
no one would keep a clear thought in his head
when dark and fear could take its place instead
we live in echoes of the empty lost
13 April 2008
sacred victory
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