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| 'The Weaver Of Darkness' by Trish (1995) |
Yes, it's him, alright, the son of a bitch,
Soulless son, of a heartless witch
See how they play their monstrous game?
How different they are, at being the same?
Ah well, Time has its way of sorting things out,
No matter how long or what it's about.
Time is the Chime that tolls for all,
Whether the resonance be great or small.
Time can bestow treasures. On whom? who can tell?
But for sure, on evil, Time unleashes, the 'Hounds of Hell'.
Tushie (Written 1995)
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