Done
I can't stop, words flow from a place unknown
It's not my voice, it's not my tongue breathing ties
I should have seen all the signs, damn the crowd should have known
That there are no silver wings amongst any of these flies
I tried and tried, but not even Satan could see
The array of waves crashing inside the walls of my being
I tried to collapse screwed keys, to set them all free
But, for some reason the crowd of the smiling stains are all I'm seeing
Please, flee from the fiends that holds the ties from the past
Try to tell them to go away back into the dark
I tried to run in rain, I tried to avoid that cast
But, there is already oil stains on my heart
Feel the times are rotating back into those beginning moments of all
There is no time to waste, she doesn't wait for anyone
Those birds waiting on telephone lines sit patiently for the call
Any and all of them, from any place under the sun
"Head my words", He is saying to the mass
"I can't tell you of what is to come"
"The times of flame and thorns are passed"
"And the fate of you all has been spoken and done"
Copyright © Chayle Dikoff | Year Posted 2015
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