3rd post

Today I have heard the following piece of art on the local radio:


'beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade
and yet the menace of the years
finds, and shall find, me unfraid

it matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul'


This issue has really struck me. I have always thought that local radio was a piece of shit.