The Crash of the Proud

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    The Crash of the Proud

    Premonitions of days
    That have yet to come
    Good times and bad
    Sadly, there are some

    Peer through the thick haze
    Go see what can be done
    I meet your blinding gaze
    With you, away I'll run

    The sound of a siren
    Singing so very loud
    Men who run after lead
    The crash of the proud

    Children playing
    Amongst the ferns
    Hear what they're saying
    Those honest words

    War and siege commence
    Do you see all the blood?
    People following everywhere
    Their faces in the mud

    Sunsets of red in skies of blue
    Another day over, another through
    The beauty, a bell, will ring true
    The days will be done passing all too soon

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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