Trinity Day, 60 A.E.
Jul. 15th, 2005 08:48 pm
King Crimson
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying.
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Date: 2005-07-16 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-16 01:22 pm (UTC)That explains a lot.
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Date: 2005-07-16 09:35 pm (UTC)--(The Curiously Luminent) Drake
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Date: 2005-07-16 09:43 pm (UTC)Although since Christian Era dating lacks a Year Zero I'm always screwing myself up when I convert between the two.
(And if you know what novella I'm paraphrasing that from and what far more famous novel it got turned into, I'll give you a cookie). :)
--Drake
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Date: 2005-07-18 05:29 am (UTC)The battle cry “Don’t mess with me -
I’ve trod on this world for eternity!”
Warriors of the wasteland -
Simple device on desert sands;
Warriors of the wasteland.
(Spoken, Mordantly)
"We're Rats, In a Cage -
Suicide, a go-go."
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Date: 2005-07-18 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-19 09:16 am (UTC)(And yes, those are lyrics, too, from Vertical Horizon.)