Uit Wandering Spirits

Those who redeem the past are condemned to repeat it

George Santayana

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Roots of time

Somewhere in the mists of time

The seed of slavery was sown

Just some panick stricken moments

Memories of deeds unknown

Was it in a shady dungeon

Where your mind was raped and mauled

Breaking through the precious safety

All that was trusted overhauled

So much later, the Roots have grown

And again you face the pain

The fear for what is nearing

Past repeats again, again

Danger holds his evil hand out

Dragging you into his den

But This Time there will be comfort

And the Roots will rest again...

Frodo