Turning and Spinning
Turning and Spinning,
the days go round,
Faster and Faster,
were feeding into the Sound,
When it whispers,
it starts to grow,
I can hear it spreading,
and it's spreading across the Globe.
We need to stand before we fall,
Against these triangle eyes, we call them all,
It's not that these days are near,
It's just,
that were blindsighted,
Covered in Fear.
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