As woes filled our mouth
For the demised of our souls
Let dirges rent the air,
In accompany of our wobbling feets
To the vineyards of death
Let the cry of the mourners be silent
For they are just hypocrites
Whose sole aim is to amass sympathy
Not to mourn nor wail for the lost soul
The death of our souls with the yesterday light
Need to be bury in the early dawn of today
For it not be waited upon,
To decompose and constitute nuisance to our wellbeing
Let the death of of our souls
Be not mourn by our hearts
For we need no self sympathy
For no just cause
Let the drum keep rolling
To accompany our souls to the great beyond
Oh ye piper, now is your time
Create for our heart an eerie sphere
For it not to fall in the dungeons that swallow its fellow
For it to remember no justice nor kindness
For here begin our REVOLUTION
©hayhem
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