2 December 2012

They will tell of us, By the fire, Reminiscing days of old.

Sone wireless minds, Might call them liars, All the stories that they've told.

Of, once, upon a generation, 'Things were better, Than are now.'

And children of that generation, Might just sit, And wonder how.

MelchiorJ13They Will Tell Of Us • Opuss № I