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Omnia Mutantur, Nos, Et, Mutamur In Illes (All Things Change And We Change With Them)
And so our time of safety
has finally come to a end
"Omnia Nutantur, Nos Et
Mutamur In Illis"
Everything changes
and we change with them
and the ones who don't change
will find there feet
frozen to the very paving stones
they call haven
she cried out.
Change can be good
if life becomes bad
are choices are the
very thing that condemns
us into society bondage,
change is the link between
happy or sad
change is the constant force
that ties and binds us together
are destiny become unbound
forever enslaved
we are puppet
performing for rapturous applause.
Evolution is the human goal
evolve or die is the law
its seeds planted
in our very soul's
the hand's of time
has not been kind
or we can do is
change or die.
Like flowers in spring
accept this token my sweet
hear natures sweet song
work its majestic magic
over this once
green landscape,
A change is coming
i can feel it in my weary bones
mother nature whispers
eight simple words
"All things change
and we change with them"
and yet my foolishness
once again gets the
better of me
i cannot change
I am who I am.
I was once a pilgrim
on this strange journey
I cannot change
I remain the same,
I am a jester
chained to a
stinking rotting husk
providing amusement
for this parliament
of sorrow.
has finally come to a end
"Omnia Nutantur, Nos Et
Mutamur In Illis"
Everything changes
and we change with them
and the ones who don't change
will find there feet
frozen to the very paving stones
they call haven
she cried out.
Change can be good
if life becomes bad
are choices are the
very thing that condemns
us into society bondage,
change is the link between
happy or sad
change is the constant force
that ties and binds us together
are destiny become unbound
forever enslaved
we are puppet
performing for rapturous applause.
Evolution is the human goal
evolve or die is the law
its seeds planted
in our very soul's
the hand's of time
has not been kind
or we can do is
change or die.
Like flowers in spring
accept this token my sweet
hear natures sweet song
work its majestic magic
over this once
green landscape,
A change is coming
i can feel it in my weary bones
mother nature whispers
eight simple words
"All things change
and we change with them"
and yet my foolishness
once again gets the
better of me
i cannot change
I am who I am.
I was once a pilgrim
on this strange journey
I cannot change
I remain the same,
I am a jester
chained to a
stinking rotting husk
providing amusement
for this parliament
of sorrow.
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