masters and slaves
begin a quest long begun
with rights and mights alike
and fought the endless nigh
ghost and men , atlast
their acts became their judas
masters and slaves,
be dust .
tens of fingers,blows a whistle
runs all them fools,tens of fingers.
shadows upon graves,of brave and might,
of comfort,of restless beds.
and sleep in all your endless lies.
and death humbly,so softly tries
trust in his,thurst might life.
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