The mountain needs no name
It passes boldly through the clouds and takes their tears
Cities grow old and die at its feet
But by and by the tears of millennia wear down the mountain
And it too returns to the sea
The mountain needs no name
It passes boldly through the clouds and takes their tears
Cities grow old and die at its feet
But by and by the tears of millennia wear down the mountain
And it too returns to the sea
Once the robots are in place, the wealthy owners will lop off the commoner’s heads and the earth will be their park and playground.
Once the robots are in place, the wealthy owners will lop off the commoner’s heads and the earth will be their park and playground.
This nitwit likes to give himself space in places like this:
This nitwit likes to give himself space in places like this: