Stories For Another Time

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In dim light of old lamps
Crowded room, shaded scroll
Tree has leaves and has branches
Which drop down in fall

They have fury in mind
They have dust on their boots
In ferocious times
From forgotten dark roots

Lines for another rhyme
Stories for another time
Riders seek more silver dimes
In the void, in the void
That is just their goal and aim
Silver, gold and a bit of fame
And nobody can tell them
Where is the end of this game

They are just parts of the Sun
And their wish is to kill
It's a chemical storm
Evolution's mill

They have fury in mind
They have dust on their boots
In ferocious times
From forgotten dark roots