that is all.
Antiquis Temboribus
Here’s an angry young man
He got a gun in his hand
His years weigh heavy on him
Here’s a foolish old man
He’ll refuse to understand
He knows less than when he came in
The anger will fade to words on a page
The old man will die, forgot, none will cry
But a child who loves
The world they wrought
Will rule and live forever
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