╞╪1╪╡
The golden ages of empires past have come and gone.
So to, shall love
╞╪2╪╡
As I once was, cold and alone, now are you all.
As you once were, shall never be again.
The world, in all its beauty is slipping, slowly, into the abyss.
Up becomes down, left becomes right.
The majestic Oak withers and dies.
Thus marks the beginning of the end.
╞╪3╪╡
The lotus blooms, bringing with it life and hope.
The belladonna grows, to its deadly yet beautiful potential.
So completes the delicate cycle of death and rebirth.
╞╪4╪╡
Oh this, i believe to be, the secret of eternity,
of which, has been not known for ages.
Love, in its purest form, is sadly, not yet the norm,
for we must learn, to break free, of our cages.
The golden ages of empires past have come and gone.
So to, shall love
╞╪2╪╡
As I once was, cold and alone, now are you all.
As you once were, shall never be again.
The world, in all its beauty is slipping, slowly, into the abyss.
Up becomes down, left becomes right.
The majestic Oak withers and dies.
Thus marks the beginning of the end.
╞╪3╪╡
The lotus blooms, bringing with it life and hope.
The belladonna grows, to its deadly yet beautiful potential.
So completes the delicate cycle of death and rebirth.
╞╪4╪╡
Oh this, i believe to be, the secret of eternity,
of which, has been not known for ages.
Love, in its purest form, is sadly, not yet the norm,
for we must learn, to break free, of our cages.
