Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend. If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments…

Published by dimitrios BOURG

Philosophy, traveller, chanter

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