Excerpt and Research

2016-03-18T21:37:49-07:00By |Categories: CounterPULSE|

Arrogance insatiable pride Breed the tyrant Feed him on thing after thing blindly At the wrong time uselessly And he grows reaches so high Nothing can stop his fall His feet thrashing the air standing on nothing And nowhere to stand he plunges down If I know if I see If the dark force of prophecy is mine When the full moon Rides over us tomorrow Listen listen to us sing to you Praise this nurse country and mother Who