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| Pride, contempt, defiance, stubborness submission The messanger rode back They were mysterious to one another Nobody would understand him Noone will realize That message he brought at last One of the prophecies from the past Pride, contempt, defiance, stubborness submission And lamentation, succeded one another Cadaverous color Emanciated hands and figures While he trottled back with the message Some turned to his ways They seemed to be numerous But still so less What a time The shadows of their own Conciousness revealed themselves In forms of their closing eyes And their wandering thoughts suggested Pride, contempt, defiance, stubborness submission And lamentation, succeded one another Cadaverous color Emanciated hands and figures And when he lifted his eyes From down below to the horizon He stopped looking around And saw right before his very eyes Scores of years gone by Stopped by no obstacle He saw the fire rising All over the world Oh what a time |
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