We were nearly signed big deal, should not have let that defeat set me back but it did. Just finally crawling out of the ashes, phoenix pirouette. Life's to
Harvest Days
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Watched your eyes turn cold today
as our reflections began to fade away
those points of brilliance collected in the grain
dissolve into the paths of ephemerae
In the twilight of our circumstance
we bend as reeds unto the wind of chance
but leave our mark upon this barren land
scorched and blighted fields a gift of human hand
One drop of water divided will not last
an empty vessel seldom ponders what it has
trying only to regain former glories of the past
Our darkest hour has come to pass
The Harvest Days of Old are dead and gone
And nothing new will ever grow before too long
You've made your peace with a hell on earth expecting heaven just shallow graves await you scores of faithful men
The Harvest Days are Gone
