Post by donald on Jan 2, 2013 11:29:14 GMT -5
Moon of many names,
Come out from your hiding.
Show your true face of blood
and shed your pretense of ‘Romance.
Falling leaves whisper your true nature
Changing seasons announce that ‘Ten Colds,
Will thin the herd, before the realization cometh
That WE, are the Harvest.
Come out from your hiding.
Show your true face of blood
and shed your pretense of ‘Romance.
Falling leaves whisper your true nature
Changing seasons announce that ‘Ten Colds,
Will thin the herd, before the realization cometh
That WE, are the Harvest.