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It's Time (Lyric) by PoeticXTC

It's time that makes us It's time which breaks us It's time we take responsiblity at hand. It's time that fakes us It's time which takes us It's time we all make a stand. It's time that heals us It's time which kills us It's time we find a cure. It's time that fills us it's time which steals us It's time we should all mature. It's time that fails us It's time which bails us It's time we survive on our own. It's time that hails us It's time which sells us It's time we should not be alone. It's time that finds us It's time which binds us It's time we come together as one. It's time that minds us It's time which blinds us It's time we light the way for the sun. It's time that sold us It's time which holds us It's time we put our dreams in range. It's time that molds us It's time which olds us It's time we give our lives a change. It's time that makes us It's time which breaks us It's time that fakes us It's time which takes us It's time that fills us It's time which steals us It's time that heals us It's time which kills us It's time that fails us It's time which bails us It's time that hails us It's time which sells us It's time that finds us It's time which binds us It's time that minds us It's time which blinds us It's time that sold us It's time which holds us It's time that molds us It's time which olds us It's time that we stop making excuses for our downfalls. It's time which we start making a reality of it all. It's time we stop blaming time, for wasted, on time we do not have. It's Time... It's Time!

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 31-Dec-05/8:18 AM
I'm not as English as you think. I was born in Africa, left when I was four, but still return regularly to see how the old place is getting along now that the British Empire has gracefully withdrawn. I might even have more claim to being legally (as opposed to ethnically) African than you, despite not being black. As for my Englishness, it's true I live in England, was educated there, speak with an English accent, drink tea, have a butler, approve of the Gold Standard, and abhor ethnics of all kinds, but you have to go back a couple of generations to find an Englishman in my family. My mother's side is Irish to the 10th Century, with a few unfortunate dollops of French and German aristocracy, and my father's family is Scottish. Above all, I consider myself a Gentleman.

As for the tale of how Africans came to have black skin and white palms, I heard it in South Africa, needless to say, from a white Afrikaner.




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