Wise Mans Prophecy xx
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one more leave falls to the mercy of gravity
another drop of rain hits the dirty pavement
as the world spins around unnoticably
around the mighty might of nothings end

another drop of rain hits the dirty pavement
as the night kisses the sun gently upon its cheek
time moves forward as our lives become more spent
one more mile and our journey may find its feat

as the night kisses the sun gently upon its cheek
souls travel thru the inevitable field of destiny
one more for the aged, one less for the rookie
another lesson to learn amidst the many to be

souls travel thru the inevitable field of destiny
one where the entrance to this world thrives
another follows the light to the end of the beginning
as oxygen resonates from their eloquent lives

one where the entrance to this world thrives
another mere story of how light and dark meet
as a prophecy is scribbled by the wise man who writes
stories only in which he will courageously speak
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