Bora born

August moon _

On September 9, /98
the ALL cut loose those astral's fate.
For ten long years they slipped right through
the web of life, seen by so few.

One decade on blessed by no one
the trumpet sounds, they've had their run.
Cause and effect still set in place
the worst are last to find the gate.

Their influence of terror sewn
to reap a harvest of their own.
On fear they fed spun out in lies
their time has come, none will survive.

It's all out there in the open
deceit filled lies astrals brokered.
Human kind to now choose their fate
by shutting down those filled with hate.

Find your courage to speak your mind
step up you lovers, don't backslide.
You need to choose which way to go
no future's set, so shape it now.

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© jul 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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