Song of Asharde

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Knowledge

Knowledge, fickle Master.
You tear my brain to line your nest,
And when I bleed to do my best,
You mock me.

Knowledge, tireless leader.
You send me over burning coals,
And when your brand has marked my soul,
You mock me.

Knowledge, valued saviour.
You draw me back from foolish lengths,
Expose my weaknesses and stengths
And Mock me.
Posted by Sharon at 22:43
Labels: 'Knowledge' July 1995
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