4/9/11

get the door

lock it tight

the dungeon 

is not place to be at night

blistering sores 

rotting disease

chains clanging

prisoners begging to be free

men weeping

for loves one gone

driven mad by deaths sweet song

but weep not more 

sad little man

death is coming to hold your hand

to take you away

from your miserable life

and place you somewhere

lacking strife

where you will sleep 

and awake feeling high
it wont be long 
soon

 the angels will appear

the ones that were rushed far away from here
the errors of man
there own sad little tune
the new songs being sung
bring close flowers to bloom
in all of this death has reigned 
and now life will begin again