We better find out..The name of the game..Chance of a new world sunny and fine..Or of a burning and branded design..Why are we here does anyone know..Why are we here at the terminal show

jammingene

Middlebury, United States

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As of 4/6/2017….3045 views.
Featured in RB Explore 4/9/2012.
This won the Down By The Old Mill Stream challeng in the Midwestern United States Art & Photography group 4/5/2012.
This won the The Colour Red challenge in the The Power of Photography group 10/5/2011.
This won the Indiana Best Shot Challenge in the Midwestern United States Art & Photography group 9/10/2011.






This is a shot of the grain mill at Bonneyville mills in Bristol, Indiana USA 10/19/2010. This the fall version. I like how the leaves are on the water. Shot with my fujifilm finepix S1000 fd camera. I love taking photos of buildings like this. This a great place to take photos all year long.

The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne
Gazing at us in despair
Six hundred guests, humanity’s best
Are wondering why they are there
All roads lead here, all roads are burned
Have we digested the things we have learned
Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance
Have we the time for the final romance

We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a future frozen and grim
Or of a quick death brought here on a whim
Why are we here does anyone one
Why are we here at the terminal show

The blind king has secrets dark and morose
He’d like it if we were like him
All the dark days spent in the maze
Have made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are closed
Are we quite certain of all that we know
Are we miscast or do we hold fast
Have we the time for the final repast

We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a new world sunny and fine
Or of a burning and branded design
Why are we here does anyone one
Why are we here at the terminal show

The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream
She wakes and she sleeps all alone
All of her fears are crowded in here
Laughing they pick at her bones
All roads lead here, none lead away
Are we quite certain we’re here anyway
Have we been wise or are we despised
Have we the time for our final demise

We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay
Pick-up your belongings, we all have to pay
Why are the vultures circling above
Why can’t we fight for the right to our blood
We are demented, everyone knows
Misrepresented, coming to blows
Why are we here, we don’t even know
Why are we here at the terminal show

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