WASTELAND

Advertisements     WASTELAND The voice of lamentations echo The unrighteous moving to and through Oh what an eyesore Oh what pity Depopulation in a depopulated city Is there a man capable to restore Dry bones are crackling Many refuse to play the role of hirelings   I hear the sound of trumpets I hear the sound of trumpets blowing I hear captives shouting Liberty, … Continue reading WASTELAND