Friday, September 02, 2005

T.S. Platypus

Have you seen the eyes of fire, burning in the night?
Have you felt the gods clashing over windy Troy?

We are the whisperers, those who dwell in shadow.

A man can move to higher things
To grasp the stars
To dance the dance
And raise his voice a song to sing
To fight the fight
To dance the dance
Send up his thoughts upon a wing
To grasp the gods
To dance the dance
And all comes down a tumbeling.
For we've forgotten how to dance.

Delenda est Carthago
Deleta est Carthago

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