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Turn your back to the setting sun and see,



golden rays of dying light, dancing glee.



Leaves flashing silver, from the gentle wind;



shifting shadows, playing games with lights blend.







Heat on my back; orange and red paints the sky.



In sweeping raids the Purple Martins, fly.



I cannot watch the death of the sun,



with sounds of joy from beasts; light will always shun.







As darkness rides in to take command;



lights dying grasp an ovation to demand.



Creatures of light, run to cower away,



Hiding in silence, till break of day.







Solar orbs last dying might,

sends power to light the night.

Tidal Wave



Churning Coldness



Suddenly Crashing Down



Shocking Terror Flooding Reason



Withdraws

Timber Wolves



Charging Through The Snow



In Search Of Prey

No way to pay the bills!!



With little money from the job.



By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels.



To be like the flock, the mindless mob.



Awake!! Oh slave, your labor to rob!







The tables have turned today!!



Working for ourselves, not a job.



We control the amount of our pay!



The rich and powerful chased by the mob.



It will soon be the taxman we'll rob.

Razors



Shiny silver



on the fence, slashing flesh



A broken chance to escape is



Cut Free.