Causes :: prev :: next :: Hoards of great Mongols on Russian waste lands Death on the field and bloody red hands a vision at night time of horror and pain some even called them insane A group of young scholars they talk on great things of planets and water of bright golden rings But all of their quarrels they've argued in vain some even called them insane tar covered bodies light up the night Nero's great Kingdom Christendom fright 300 years later gone is their pain some even called them insane a mathematic genius works on a chart the answer so simple to all that he's sought the heavens are spinning you've struggled in vain some even called him insane a vision of angels hanging in trees never believing all that he sees some, they still doubt you your poems entertain some even called you insane Bamboo and grass huts a far eastern war They fought for a cause despite all the lore their souls have not rested they still feel the pain some even called them insane past generations they all were so blind a race to the finish of all of mankind we're fighting for nothing we struggle in vain i think it's all quite insane © 1985 john r. chase
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