Listen To the Echoes

Move closer to the edge
The screaming is in my 
Head 

The screaming of the
Dead ' It.'s so funny
How humans hide behind

A wall every secret of
Thee soul  talk upon the old

And talk upon the young
Is it that they find it funny
To listen to thee own tongue

I find it funny
How they find it funny
Hiding behind thee walls..

And think no one knowledge
Thee are the twisted tongues
It's like the old man 

That killed the child in red 
And lied to the feds
When people began to talk

Hidden within the dark
Behind thee walls and talked
Twisted the truth

And when the young female
Went missing in a truck
Without a trace..

Dump in the river
Like small pieces of fish
Food...

The talk began behind
They walls again..
Twisted the truth..
Do you humans find it funny..

I find it funny that
You have no secret tobe told
Hidden behind your walls..
For he hears all human souls..

The weak 'The young 'The old ..
Now isn't this funny
The the twisted tongues you hold..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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