<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Slouching Toward Bethlehem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Based on a poem by w.b. yeats<br>Turning and turning<br>Within the widening gyre<br>The falcon cannot hear the falconer<br>Things fall apart<br>The center cannot hold<br>And a blood dimmed tide<br>Is loosed upon the world<br>Nothing is sacred<br>The ceremony sinks<br>Innocence is drowned<br>In anarchy<br>The best lack conviction<br>Given some time to think<br>And the worst are full of passion<br>Without mercy<br>Surely some revelation is at hand<br>Surely its the second coming<br>And the wrath has finally taken form<br>For what is this rough beast<br>Its hour come at last<br>Slouching towards bethlehem to be born<br>Slouching towards bethlehem to be born<br>Hoping and hoping<br>As if by my weak faith<br>The spirit of this world<br>Would heal and rise<br>Vast are the shadows<br>That straddle and strafe<br>And struggle in the darkness<br>Troubling my eyes<br>Shaped like a lion<br>It has the head of a man<br>With a gaze as blank<br>And pitiless as the sun<br>And its moving its slow thighs<br>Across the desert sands<br>Through dark indignant<br>Reeling falcons<br>Surely some revelation is at hand<br>Surely its the second coming<br>And the wrath has finally taken form<br>For what is this rough beast<br>Its hour come at last<br>Slouching towards bethlehem to be born<br>Slouching towards bethlehem to be born<br>Raging and raging<br>It rises from the deep<br>Opening its eyes<br>After twenty centuries<br>Vexed to a nightmare<br>Out of a stony sleep<br>By a rocking cradle<br>By the sea of galilee<br>Surely some revelation is at hand<br>Surely its the second coming<br>And the wrath has finally taken form<br>For what is this rough beast<br>Its hour come at last<br>Slouching towards bethlehem to be born<br>Slouching towards bethlehem to be born</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Joni Mitchell - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=80690" data-title="Slouching Toward Bethlehem" data-description="Based on a poem by w.b. yeats Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence..."></div> </div> </div>

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