The Dead Around Us
THE DEAD AROUND US
The darkness of the hearts of man prevails;
it stalks the weak, in harsh reality;
all evil is the way, and love, it fails,
and death is all that life can hope to be.
All bitter is the end, for everyone,
though swift is death or brought on from the years,
there's not a thing that won't be dead and gone
from doomsday rocks that end all of our fears.
What fool is there to say we will survive?
there'll never be one trace to even show
that here lays man, whose soul, once so alive,
and no one will be there to even know.
The dead speak to the dead, they're all around,
but few have ever known to hear their sound.
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