Death we can..
Limited space to creepnot enough space to sleep
mankind time is at hand,
where do we peep hide and weep..
for our soul is angry with plait, might
and distruction of the weak..
rocks are burning,thunder is rolling
fire gushes from hill of weed cover
slopes deep into my mind,haste to
strive for my soul want to leave but my
body holds on to years of tears black
anguish and sorrows..
cry down my voice to the epitome
of servility and open your arms for
my brutal ways,concealed in you
my thoughts and believes that one day
will evolve in my child and make life
even more vile.
no where to hide,like bug we are tic off.
insanity plea will not hold for your crime
is straight and bold,can you see the words
are true,intend to be,waiting for the time
to pounce and kill us all..
So they say limited time to dance
music will stop,world will weep, and
God will decent to destroy whats his.
yet some is holding on to molted
iron and steam,holding on to vain
works of art,painless pictures of there
wasted life,hanging of faded walls of
time in there head that change will come
yes it will if only death can be conquered..
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