My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!




It occurs to me that it is much easier to find something if you know what it is you are looking for.
On Saturday I will go into the Forest, and maybe find what I'm looking for.
At the least, I hope to learn what it is I seek.

Touch me, I'm sick.

I think I will be better tomorrow.

The sky is crying, the streets are full of tears
Rain come down, wash away my fears
And all this writing on the wall
Oh I can read between the lines
Rain come down forgive this dirty town
Rain come down and give this dirty town
A drink of water, a drink of wine

Sky is crying, see the streets are full of tears
Rain coming down to wash away my fears
And all this writing on the wall
Oh I can read between the lines

To say that I cared would have been an understatement
To say that it didn't concern me would have been a lie

I had something to say
something to say

But no-one to say it to.

Who now will listen?

Arms and the man I sing,

Who first from the shores of Troy...