By Celtic Knot
A growing need An easier route A lessening of effort A lessening of morales People fighting each other To make their own lives easier Caring for no-one but themselves They all get weaker Until there are no strong And only the strong have survived Written May 15th, 1998 © on Apr 24 2001 08:57 PM PST 0 • 1
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"A growing need..."
Author:Celtic Knot
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"A growing need..." by Celtic Knot
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