Monarchs over Monarchy

Wed, 10/07/2015 - 20:46 -- Bhart90


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I'll fly away again

High in the sky toward migration.

As civilizations increase

Our species continues to weep.

The more land you conquer

Forces more stress

And Less flowers.

This is how we were designed

We had no choice

Make a stand,

Raise your voice

Turn from sin

With strong poise

And only until then,

I'll fly away again.

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