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11-19-2012, 01:43 AM
The sun is high in the sky; tranquility flares.
Mood shifts, light to dark, dark to light.
Peace becomes war, war becomes peace.
Which is more important to you, little lamb?
You may refuse violence, like a little sheep.
A coward until you know what you've lost.
Call it what you will, but it is your choice.
But the lost one depends on you,
And you will use all that you were taught.
Perhaps you run from your purpose.
Perhaps it simply doesn't suit you.
But no matter, your weakness is my gain.
If you'd done your job, perhaps you wouldn't be in this mess.
Mood shifts, light to dark, dark to light.
Peace becomes war, war becomes peace.
Which is more important to you, little lamb?
You may refuse violence, like a little sheep.
A coward until you know what you've lost.
Call it what you will, but it is your choice.
But the lost one depends on you,
And you will use all that you were taught.
Perhaps you run from your purpose.
Perhaps it simply doesn't suit you.
But no matter, your weakness is my gain.
If you'd done your job, perhaps you wouldn't be in this mess.
