1 This is the end No longer will he ascend in the worldNor can he comprehend the fate that has befallen him His beloved kingdom now only dust and memory Torn from his grasp Relinquished into the hands of oblivion He searches for serenity In the foregone glory of the past Only to agnize the bitter realityHis days of glory are concludedAll passion in his heart worn awayHe solely exists No longer living Gazing to the sky he asks "why"?Setting himself on the sands of time he waits Trawling for resolution
He searches for serenity In the foregone glory of the past Only to agnize the bitter realityHis days of glory are concludedAll passion in his heart worn awayHe solely exists No longer living Gazing to the sky he asks "why"?Setting himself on the sands of time he waits Trawling for resolution
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1. Adam Bradbury on Friday, April 28, 2006, 04:37:35.
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