history
Time leaves trails of blood
Like a stain on a white tee shirt
Faded memories left in print
Designed to fashion on a white tee shirt
Arms races and an ancient place
Supreme and golden age
Soothsayers saw the future
Saw its deformed face
Vibrant in Technicolor
Patterned to the fabric of ages
We wear our past
To cover our nakedness
With a white tee shirt
by
lifesucksposted on 05/21/2008
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