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Mutiny of Shadows
A temple of candles, a tower of stars, a point, a spike of blinding light. A human prayer for a common
good, a rousing choir, a mighty spire into the abyss, into the abyss.
Who could have done this? Who could
it be? How did it all start? Who could have done this? Who could it be? Search your heart, search your
heart.
A mother’s son, an army’s march, a futile war an open sore. A wasted youth, a second chance, a
baby’s laugh down an endless path into the abyss, into the abyss.
Who do you expect? Who do you expect? Gravity’s architect.
good, a rousing choir, a mighty spire into the abyss, into the abyss.
Who could have done this? Who could
it be? How did it all start? Who could have done this? Who could it be? Search your heart, search your
heart.
A mother’s son, an army’s march, a futile war an open sore. A wasted youth, a second chance, a
baby’s laugh down an endless path into the abyss, into the abyss.
Who do you expect? Who do you expect? Gravity’s architect.
© 2010 Amy Fabry. All rights reserved.