THE WINDS OF TIME, PRESANT, PAST AND FUTURE.
KNOW NOT THE THOUGHT OF MAN , NOR BEAST, NOR CREATURE.
YET THE WIND KNOWS ALL, FOR IT HAS TRAVELED THROUGH BIRTHS, BATTLES AND EXICUTIONS.
CARRING CRYS OF PAIN AND HUNGER, SOUNDS OF JOY AND WONDER.
THIS LOWLY CREATURE WE CALL MAN, SHALL SURVIVE LINGER AND STAND, BE HE MUTANT OR MAN.
CHILD OF WAR CHILD OF LIFE, OVER FLOWING BLOOD BATH IN THE EVE OF NIGHT.
FEELING HATE, FEELING LUST, WHAT MUST BE, MUST TURN TO TRUST.
FOR THIS CREATURE KNOWN AS MAN, WILL NO LONGER STAND, BUT FADE TO DUST, TURN TO SAND.
THEN ALL WILL BE LOST , AS WE SAY FAREWELL TO MAN.
SCOOTER BLACK/S.F.POWELL COPYRIGHT 1981
