by Ignoris   Oct 16, 2008

Death, rising with the sun
Black-tipped stars come undone
War itself has just begun
Trapped between zero and one

Black-tipped stars, falling free
Nothing like it used to be
Strip the soul, release the eye
Just one more rule to defy

Swift approach, another form
Must resist, cannot conform
Gentle breeze, slightly warm
The feel of life before the storm

Extinguished embers from the sky
Bomb the world, you and I
The sun looks down, a mocking lie
Never thought we'd say goodbye

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