| I Bring My Harvest Home |
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I watch the Perpet.
Black Clouds on Horizon.
I watch the Fields I've grown,
since 30 Years (of human failure),
and fear the black Fruits of my Life (Lies).
I walk through Blood and Stone,
and bring my Harvest Home.
Wherever I may roam,
I bring my Harvest Home.
But what will my Harvest be?
Ash'n Dust ~ Fear and Misery?
How bitter the Seed may be.
I hold on.
I take the Stones and bring my Harvest home.
And my Foots are bleeding.
I won't lament
'cause I'll get what I once sown.
How bitter the Seed will be in my Mouth,
I walk upright
and
bring my Harvest home.
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