Ode of Goth

By Marcony

It came to pass we came to see,
How bleak this time we're living through.
Slave to masters we can do little about,
Who Run this world for themselves,
Who only see us as tools for profit and tools for power,
and belive their Power over us is there right,
Becuase it makes them feel better to belive that.

A time without much hope.
A time of darkness.

From that darkness we heard a song
And in that song we heard a beat,
A beat like the pump of the heart,
Strong and powerful
Our hearts Joind with that beat
And shared the strenghth.
Our hearts joined with each other
And shared brotherhood
And companionship

In the darkness we found,
By the light it put in us,
Things of beauty,
Solice,
Happyness,
Each other,
The strenght to go on.
The route to freedom.

Copy right Marcony 7/10/2001

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