Pounding heart with sweaty hands.Worlds apart, in a distant lands. Waiting all the while. As your dept seems to pile.
What will we do, when the markers called?Will we be through? Since our economy stalled.Think again. This might be the end.
So many plans you've had. Most wouldn't stand, so sad.Now in constant fear we wait. Not real clear who to hate.
Battle line now drawn. Everythings fine till dawn. Now we are under attack. Time is gone, can't look back.
Greed's aray of pleasures past, now lost in the test of time. How long will the battle last? What answers will we find?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-01-23 05:47:30
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