TOMORROW WILL COME II

E.E. Jacks - Original Art Work - Oil Painting
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In a crest of empty, long winded orations
The sentient self scatters
An insidious decay has begun to corrode those already oxidized robes
In blind apathy
We surrender to the fatigue of old faiths
Old men
And even older avarice
Hope is most certainly the thing that perches in the soul
Small and fragile it sits
Leaving before the first voice
Such grief
Such loss
Such sorrow
Tomorrow will come
And with it the red tide
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