From high, the common horn doth blow, it's sound <br />a reflection of our darkest low thought. <br />We cannot escape - this doth confound <br />all of he'vn and earth that follow we ought. <br /> <br />Fully forward do we march, as dark eyes <br />do monitor our success <br />This sensation of the skies controls the minds, <br />obsession rules and we impress. <br /> <br />Satans CO-operation this we seek - <br />Far to often, he will not let us speak. <br />Our reason he needs, and we being weak <br />give to him freely, no need to be beat. <br />Authority melts, and with it morale <br />yet we do not leave, we know it to well.<br /><br />Jack Ashenden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-twisted-fractured-flight-for-freedom/
