Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Today's Secret Code:

I met a traveller from an antique land
generals gathered in their masses
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
just like witches at black masses
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
evil minds that plot destruction
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
sorcerers of death's construction.

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