Free Cee But Its the Same Old Song
BUT IT'S THE SAME OLD SONG
They have grown used to the echo
the sound of reverberating fear
it comes from above falling below
however first comes death's whistle they hear
it's nothing new to them at all
listening to a greeting as death comes to call
no one can see the genesis of destruction
but they hear the sounds of death's induction
They've all accustomed themselves to a preordained fate
whatever happens will happen is how they feel
and that whistle also is a melody about hate
and wounds that will never heal
they hardly move when the whistle sounds
it won't even help if you hide underground
you just stand stoic while holding your breath
while you wait to hear the whistle's echo of death
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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