Free Cee a Deafening Diatribe

A DEAFENING DIATRIBE There is music all around Yet I cannot hear it Beauty abounds Yet and still I fear it It’s a matter of fact I swear A fact foreseen by fate It’s a matter of fact I fear And a matter of horrendous hate I look around and wish I were blind My eyes to be seared by the sun I look around to things so unkind And I am sorrow’s salient son You may hear the music I cannot So enjoy it please my friend My heart is tied into a knot And my soul prays for a justifiable end I can’t hear the music mysticism once made But I do hear a demonic diatribe I’ve offered my life for death in trade But God won’t accept this bastard’s most substantial bribe © 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE....~free cee!~R