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God Speed
Steve

GOD SPEED

Steam billows forth from the sleeping land

The hour of doom is close at hand

An eternal evil breathes again

Icy hot to touch, can you feel the flame?

Nature speaks to us in tones we cannot hear

Bloodletting, vengeance and hate are spoken through lips with a sneer

Ugliness stands alone in her bittersweet bog

Abandoned forever-lost in the fog

Bury her there and plant a seed

Let time forget and wish her God speed

 

 

05/09/1997


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