Mar 11, 2011 22:57
The world is washing away.
The gods wish to cleanse us all.
Wash Away.
Wash Away.
Yet we will always survive.
We are young and free.
We can climb.
We can swim.
We can do most anything.
The gods did not win this battle.
All the world may be upside down,
but still we live on.
The flooding.
The waves.
The ground breaks.
People fall.
Not I.
I am strong.
I am the people.
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