Undone
as evening falls, I wistfully realize
through haunted halls arise your cold eyes
gliding and guiding me in disguise
the procession takes on cliffs of Devon
while felon is held in a Devil’s haven
and judge is a raven of deadend heaven
I find it amusing, how people are using
their time for choosing rather than musing
and I’m losing it like sick baby’s music
it will all be undone, oh son
one by one we’ll be outdone
as we’ve begun we’ll all be gone
everyone shut down on the run
on the long long useless run
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