The Lonely Ant’s Journey
Walking on the wall
Of seasons and loneliness
In the shadow of yellow leaves
And through the sunlight of December’s afternoon
Reaching the summit of Love
In pangs of pain
Forming the sacrifice of youth
And clinching the Cup of Socrates
To die among the martyrs
To reach one’s doom
Without fears and gloom
And fulfilling one’s nightmare
The bloodshed
That leaves no one spear
Forming the sacrifice of youth
And clinching the Cup of Socrates
To die among the martyrs
To reach one’s doom
Without fears and gloom
And fulfilling one’s nightmare
The bloodshed
That leaves no one spear
12-01-02
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