Post by contention on Aug 28, 2005 14:24:33 GMT -5
I wrote this poem, for a long time. As you read it, read it smoothly, and I ask you one favor as you go through it. Read it like such. The stanza's that begin without a " read in your head, the stanza's with a " read outloud, or quietly to yourself if someone is near. I wrote this poem, about the times of life, and those whom affect us dearly with their greatness in such times of corruption. I broke the poem up into diffrent parts.
Introduction of what was
Introduction of what is
Introduction of the special four
Tale of the three
Conclusion
Now there are a lot of refrences in this poem that refer to things from old literature and cultures, the lines that refer to the word "weird" does not use it in the terms we do today. Long ago, "weird" meant fate, as it does in my poem. In the first stanza I use the term of the word "just" this merely stands for the fact of purity and justice. "thoust" means you in old English. Listen closely also to the words I went through if you care to analyze, you aren't being talked to by some strange seamstress. She is of our desire, of humans desire. The singer of the lyric is ourselves, thus why I ask you to read it outloud. The narrator part, without the " is indeed, the narrator of the poem. Oh yes as well, Art in one instance means, Are
The three men of whom I talk about, or whom you want them to be. While they do have an identity, the point of the poem is to show you that no matter what there is good out there, that really all three are the exact same, but in diffrent bodies. Maybe I will only tell them that they are those. The point of this poem is to explain in my own personal opinion of the times, of how the world is. Through my eyes, this is what I see. Do you agree? You may not, thats up to you. The point is to know to live with yourself, and who you are, and not what others build for you.
Some of the words are Italicized, like "god" and "lord", only because I respect everyones opinion the Italicized shows either its real or not, believing upon what you feel. Meaning even if you took it out and put another word there, the poem would continue. Other words are italicized because they hold more meaning than what they just say.
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Come, seamstress of our desire.
Your tune plays thick, and just nails string sharp.
Echo such melodies upon our chest,
With your lace of blood, and your flesh of man;
Tis duty to play such song.
“Bless the chord that weaves the past,
Born in stone, the name of its cast.
Twisted hand that ends all things,
The weird that loves and gives and brings.
Fleeting arms that circle what comes,
Teaches us, that none art young.
Life’s depleted, the then seems gone,
Give pity to the one who rights their wrong.
“Fortress of glory, bars of gold,
Centuries that pass, such stories untold.
Aching mortals, whom stitch the thread,
In open arms to wake their dead.
Deeds done, from the battles once raged;
Now such wars society craves.
Rivers that flow, bask no purity;
Now lost on the banks, with our insecurity.
“Flailing sheets among the shattered brine,
The lust for enterprise, among these times.
Set forth to date, the need of desire;
Gone like the spirits, we once gawked higher.
Shaping life, with inner meaning,
But just a call, the youth are seeking.
Bleeding scriptures, beaten lectures,
Once held by the hands, whom knighted these scpters.
“Ye who dare to lend their ear,
Come he closer, come my dear.
My days are swallowed in sweat and skin,
Such need is gone from these hollow men.
I’ve come to tell stories of folk, none the same;
Brought forth in a time where all was not plain.
Their hearts were fast, their words gave way;
To the solemn pattern of another day.
In rhythm with god, shed like such faith,
The scriptures of man, which I must take.
Tales of justice in times of greed;
The honorable men, whom planted such seed.
As the man smothers his past,
Few come to recognize what should have been.
Shattered layers of gods own protection,
Gone like the soul, that once drove our conscience.
Speak and teach the present of times:
“Twisted steel and broken nails,
Doth guide our years, behind the veil.
Cracking voices tamed by law,
Drenched the angel within us all.
Flame of sun, drought of doubt,
Basking bones, the lord without.
Grinding gears growing louder,
Fiendish fools flounder power.
“Civilization, the up rise of thought,
Growing wiser as we forgot.
Halls of rule, land of restriction,
Those who tongue such words of diction.
Right is right, wrong is equal,
Stick to lies, give way the sequel.
Prick the skin, pull out the knife.
Shall such murder the love of life.
“Scratching towers that itch the sky;
Crumbling crosses, the father has died.
Roads that bleed the creation of time,
Follow sweetly, stumbling in line.
Influence of machine, machine is master.
Along with us, things become faster.
Technology thrives over what has failed,
Technology born… “From the pits of hell”
“Shadows slide, slipping over truth;
Grime falls and grows over you.
The state of us, the cradles crib,
Wrinkles that glue to ones young skin.
Death takes a life, death takes all,
Truly the underling of the downfall.
Mourning of loss, grief of hatred,
Stapled in, the meaning of what’s “Sacred”
“What lord leads the spiral down?
What lord speaks without a sound?
What son of god broke his bread?
What priest fills these thoughts in your heads?
Such Sorrow that seeps into the pore,
When individuality exist no more.
“Keeps that fill with what we were,
The Warden watches, but does not stir.
Freedom thrives in the lectures of class,
But the real world does not amount to that.
Barren fields that line with rust,
Covered slim, our hearts in lust.
Fleeting oppression and buried neglection.
Brought back up, on the days of election.
“Forget what was, it is not real,
Forget what was, tis lack of skill.
Create your power, and clasp tight your fist.
Hold your position, stand within your grip.
Beat and bruise all who challenge,
This turning stone, the good gone savage.
Pestilence, the fluid that bathes these bones;
Insanity, the loss of being alone.
“Gone, salvation that held our hand;
Lost like scrolls, that secured our plan.
Scrubbing grease, up and down,
Spread the stain all around.
Twisted function of the erotic pleasure,
Amount to that, you gain all measure.
Deep inside the limestone fields,
Lays a majesty, which shall not yield.
Oh, pity life which bleeds of wound;
Stabbed by rod and pricked by teeth, leaving spoil.
Churning faces and our bodies at that,
Leaving behind, what once man did not fear.
Strung high, we dangle our feet.
Talk of the times, speak of the brave.
Give way the scriptures that speak of four souls;
Guided by the horn that bellows its name.
Across the waters and within our home,
Striving for what once stood proud.
“Wishing waters, the wipe upon the shores,
Cold endurance, upon the land of the north.
Swaying trees that bend their hollow backs,
Valleys wide, water filled to the cracks.
Desolate fields, of bushels and roses,
Statues that stand, figures of poses.
Beside the war, beside the hatred,
Laid the land, that man knew naked.
“Within the hills that the almighty did build,
Came a man, born with skills.
Within the snow, rain and sleet,
Withstood a man, upon his feet.
Deep in the mind, sorrow and guilt,
Born the life, to long for fates quilt.
To the south, upon the chest,
Beauty bestowed in arts, upon its best.
“What world bears such beauty, without a plea?
Why, the world that holsters both you and me.
Rows of men would line without question,
Just to give witness, to society’s confession.
Their cries of mercy, their woes of guilt,
To hear that good does shine, after all they’ve built.
We would crumble, all would die,
If demons truly watched you and I.
“With cap and gown, with hat and cape,
With creatures we aren’t, we can escape.
Scales on the inside, fur on the out,
Gods creations, how they stand stout.
Red of us, red of them,
All underneath the same damp skin.
How they played these games with ease,
Turning skins, like fall does leaves.
“Proudly they walked, bravely they stood,
The things they did, all man should.
Gold crested chest, silver lined soul,
Bring faith to others, twas their goal.
Hand in hand, they galloped with speed,
With their faces, such painted in glee.
Fate had separated them far apart,
But such a challenge was only the start.
“Wind that rings the silent bells,
Flames that wisp the blades of hell.
Flowers that scent the fields with holly,
Winged angel that slashes the good gone jolly.
Tome of purity, scrolls of pharos,
Existence is futile, such says the sparrow.
Doused in robes, filled in white,
Drenched in black, come cold the night.
Where faith in the man does dwell,
Such heroes would tie their hearts to those they trust;
Liberty and greed crushed under bronze boots.
Roads to sages, oceans to the only god;
Lead the story further on:
“Safety the soul, that tied his net among snow ridden peaks,
Guided his words are, among the stone dropped streets.
In a home, in a house, he who lives without fear,
And when he speaks, such presence feels near.
Notes on the clef, treble that gives tone,
He’ll play a melody against your bone.
Grace in his steps, steps that are unseen,
But the more he walks, the more he gives me.
“Here today, he lives with question,
A noble deed that is his obsession.
In our world, he thrives with few others,
But that doesn’t matter, he loves like a mother.
Two hands that fold around your frame,
At that time, all feels sane.
Time will freeze, blood won’t flow,
As he grabs the lust within your soul.
“Carved and plastered in the rarest jade,
Stroked and painted in the oddest way.
Voice with words that we find strange,
But that’s just society, how we derange…
Hope swings high, on its gray stem,
All disperses of our only sin.
His words will scratch upon your skull,
And in your sleep, they take their toll.
“Grasping air that grips upon your back,
The demeanor of religion shall run off track.
What is love? What is hate?
Yet two things that are the same.
Through the clouds, through the thunder,
Comes the emotion, that makes men slumber.
Rocking gently against the tide,
Hanging in there and yet to cry.
Joyfully swing back my love,
Alone we have yet to lose all our hope.
There is more to come and more to splendor.
Love is not lost, this one can truly see.
Humans live, dare do not stop:
“Here lives he, whom sheds the same skin,
Born in flesh and born again.
Among the riddles of vallies strung high,
Above he floats, in the clearest of sky.
None shall see notion or step back in fear,
For up he grabs our hearts, and up he holds them dear.
Here comes the grave, here comes the slab,
Both in our minds, he shall not have.
“Forever enlightened, forever in time,
Such thoughts of glory thought not as crime.
Heavy luggage, bred from the stew,
But hold your posture, he shall do.
Life goes on, when he smiles wide,
All the shadows shall run, and always hide.
Keep your mind as clear as be,
And in your heart, you shall see.
“Scaling hills across the green sea,
That he would do, for us, for me.
Do not burden his soul, or disown regard,
Listen to him closely, listen to him hard.
Life is short, life runs deep,
The walls are thick, the jumps are steep.
His hand is there, open for yours,
His hand shall always be there, and that you adore.
“Darkness consumes, when harps play sick,
The ground becomes wet, the feet become slick.
If you shall stumble, if you shall crack,
This one is there, to bring you right back.
Where there is challenge, where there is hope,
He’ll pull you right up, with his majestic rope.
Goodbye is non existent when his words roam,
Forever punched in mind, forever punched in stone.
Oh, how you play, how you sing,
All of our delusions, reality.
Guided strings that pluck and rhyme shall bring forth light;
Society shall scream, the darkness will woe.
Satan will fall, now tell us so:
“Brushes that pass the page with ink,
In this ones heart, the past shall link.
Value, Strict, Honor, and Pride,
All consume within his mind.
Yet no hate, does he speak,
When the light falls from bright to bleak.
Doing these and doing those,
Always up upon his toes.
“Disliking the skills of which he acquires,
Yet, forever they spread, like the thickness of fire.
Deep in his throat, echo’s a voice unheard,
Eventually fighting to bring forth its turn.
Love and loved back, dispensing his greed,
This one stands, where thoust can not see.
Trees shall bow to his feet,
The waves shall jump, just to greet.
“Sand may stick upon his sole,
But this does not interfere with his goal.
Forever in debt to the ones who came,
But as all things, none is the same.
He is, who he is, none can change,
The living breathing, honest sage.
To him, we beg, to show us how,
You must take your time, take it now!
“Always busy, always gone,
And in hearts, we sit, we long.
Around the world, and then right back,
He’s seen all, he knows his tact.
His heart lies outside, his soul lies in,
The true form, of what we should have been.
Oh woe, to us for not seeing soon,
The one who saves, from the gloom.
Your part is done, need no more;
You’ve told the story, the word of such is out.
The tale plays thick and we string our hope.
In honor we bow, I bow to myself.
For you are me, and shall be.
“We are one, the time is done,
All shall end, all shall run.
Entwined we are, just like them,
Veins that cross underneath what lives.
Hope is here, faith is there,
Death knocks light, it’s everywhere.
Cerberus growls, the flames eat you,
Forever gone, all you knew.
May live in infamy, each one.
Spread there faith across these lands and bring forth
The sun. Strain your horses across what’s barren.
Who they are, names they seek each shall find,
That they are, who they think.
“I take this hand, I take your harp,
We are together, we’ll play sharp.
Listen closely, for just one tick,
Hold your stomach, destroy the sick.
You’ve heard my speak, you’ve heard me talk,
Take your legs, and make your walk.
Do not forget, what you saw,
Hold it closely, take it all.
“Hours are falling, my body will crumble,
And into the casket, I shall stumble.
Hands across my chest, face stood still,
No more time, to write out my will.
But for eternity, and far beyond,
I will remember this day, and remember this song.
So should you, so you should,
If only you can, if only you could.
“We will leave this world, without choice,
No amount could stand to the wisest voice.
So hear this lesson, my last words:
Choose yourself wisely, what beats is yours;
Give yourself time, give yourself faith,
Sho away the devils double tongued snake.
Lay my head, against this bed,
Now is the time, We Are Dead.
You must continue in mind,
What I have lost, when life turned me blind.
Sing this song before you cry, and remember:
Whats yours is yours, whats mine is mine.
We are dead, I am dead.
Introduction of what was
Introduction of what is
Introduction of the special four
Tale of the three
Conclusion
Now there are a lot of refrences in this poem that refer to things from old literature and cultures, the lines that refer to the word "weird" does not use it in the terms we do today. Long ago, "weird" meant fate, as it does in my poem. In the first stanza I use the term of the word "just" this merely stands for the fact of purity and justice. "thoust" means you in old English. Listen closely also to the words I went through if you care to analyze, you aren't being talked to by some strange seamstress. She is of our desire, of humans desire. The singer of the lyric is ourselves, thus why I ask you to read it outloud. The narrator part, without the " is indeed, the narrator of the poem. Oh yes as well, Art in one instance means, Are
The three men of whom I talk about, or whom you want them to be. While they do have an identity, the point of the poem is to show you that no matter what there is good out there, that really all three are the exact same, but in diffrent bodies. Maybe I will only tell them that they are those. The point of this poem is to explain in my own personal opinion of the times, of how the world is. Through my eyes, this is what I see. Do you agree? You may not, thats up to you. The point is to know to live with yourself, and who you are, and not what others build for you.
Some of the words are Italicized, like "god" and "lord", only because I respect everyones opinion the Italicized shows either its real or not, believing upon what you feel. Meaning even if you took it out and put another word there, the poem would continue. Other words are italicized because they hold more meaning than what they just say.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Come, seamstress of our desire.
Your tune plays thick, and just nails string sharp.
Echo such melodies upon our chest,
With your lace of blood, and your flesh of man;
Tis duty to play such song.
“Bless the chord that weaves the past,
Born in stone, the name of its cast.
Twisted hand that ends all things,
The weird that loves and gives and brings.
Fleeting arms that circle what comes,
Teaches us, that none art young.
Life’s depleted, the then seems gone,
Give pity to the one who rights their wrong.
“Fortress of glory, bars of gold,
Centuries that pass, such stories untold.
Aching mortals, whom stitch the thread,
In open arms to wake their dead.
Deeds done, from the battles once raged;
Now such wars society craves.
Rivers that flow, bask no purity;
Now lost on the banks, with our insecurity.
“Flailing sheets among the shattered brine,
The lust for enterprise, among these times.
Set forth to date, the need of desire;
Gone like the spirits, we once gawked higher.
Shaping life, with inner meaning,
But just a call, the youth are seeking.
Bleeding scriptures, beaten lectures,
Once held by the hands, whom knighted these scpters.
“Ye who dare to lend their ear,
Come he closer, come my dear.
My days are swallowed in sweat and skin,
Such need is gone from these hollow men.
I’ve come to tell stories of folk, none the same;
Brought forth in a time where all was not plain.
Their hearts were fast, their words gave way;
To the solemn pattern of another day.
In rhythm with god, shed like such faith,
The scriptures of man, which I must take.
Tales of justice in times of greed;
The honorable men, whom planted such seed.
As the man smothers his past,
Few come to recognize what should have been.
Shattered layers of gods own protection,
Gone like the soul, that once drove our conscience.
Speak and teach the present of times:
“Twisted steel and broken nails,
Doth guide our years, behind the veil.
Cracking voices tamed by law,
Drenched the angel within us all.
Flame of sun, drought of doubt,
Basking bones, the lord without.
Grinding gears growing louder,
Fiendish fools flounder power.
“Civilization, the up rise of thought,
Growing wiser as we forgot.
Halls of rule, land of restriction,
Those who tongue such words of diction.
Right is right, wrong is equal,
Stick to lies, give way the sequel.
Prick the skin, pull out the knife.
Shall such murder the love of life.
“Scratching towers that itch the sky;
Crumbling crosses, the father has died.
Roads that bleed the creation of time,
Follow sweetly, stumbling in line.
Influence of machine, machine is master.
Along with us, things become faster.
Technology thrives over what has failed,
Technology born… “From the pits of hell”
“Shadows slide, slipping over truth;
Grime falls and grows over you.
The state of us, the cradles crib,
Wrinkles that glue to ones young skin.
Death takes a life, death takes all,
Truly the underling of the downfall.
Mourning of loss, grief of hatred,
Stapled in, the meaning of what’s “Sacred”
“What lord leads the spiral down?
What lord speaks without a sound?
What son of god broke his bread?
What priest fills these thoughts in your heads?
Such Sorrow that seeps into the pore,
When individuality exist no more.
“Keeps that fill with what we were,
The Warden watches, but does not stir.
Freedom thrives in the lectures of class,
But the real world does not amount to that.
Barren fields that line with rust,
Covered slim, our hearts in lust.
Fleeting oppression and buried neglection.
Brought back up, on the days of election.
“Forget what was, it is not real,
Forget what was, tis lack of skill.
Create your power, and clasp tight your fist.
Hold your position, stand within your grip.
Beat and bruise all who challenge,
This turning stone, the good gone savage.
Pestilence, the fluid that bathes these bones;
Insanity, the loss of being alone.
“Gone, salvation that held our hand;
Lost like scrolls, that secured our plan.
Scrubbing grease, up and down,
Spread the stain all around.
Twisted function of the erotic pleasure,
Amount to that, you gain all measure.
Deep inside the limestone fields,
Lays a majesty, which shall not yield.
Oh, pity life which bleeds of wound;
Stabbed by rod and pricked by teeth, leaving spoil.
Churning faces and our bodies at that,
Leaving behind, what once man did not fear.
Strung high, we dangle our feet.
Talk of the times, speak of the brave.
Give way the scriptures that speak of four souls;
Guided by the horn that bellows its name.
Across the waters and within our home,
Striving for what once stood proud.
“Wishing waters, the wipe upon the shores,
Cold endurance, upon the land of the north.
Swaying trees that bend their hollow backs,
Valleys wide, water filled to the cracks.
Desolate fields, of bushels and roses,
Statues that stand, figures of poses.
Beside the war, beside the hatred,
Laid the land, that man knew naked.
“Within the hills that the almighty did build,
Came a man, born with skills.
Within the snow, rain and sleet,
Withstood a man, upon his feet.
Deep in the mind, sorrow and guilt,
Born the life, to long for fates quilt.
To the south, upon the chest,
Beauty bestowed in arts, upon its best.
“What world bears such beauty, without a plea?
Why, the world that holsters both you and me.
Rows of men would line without question,
Just to give witness, to society’s confession.
Their cries of mercy, their woes of guilt,
To hear that good does shine, after all they’ve built.
We would crumble, all would die,
If demons truly watched you and I.
“With cap and gown, with hat and cape,
With creatures we aren’t, we can escape.
Scales on the inside, fur on the out,
Gods creations, how they stand stout.
Red of us, red of them,
All underneath the same damp skin.
How they played these games with ease,
Turning skins, like fall does leaves.
“Proudly they walked, bravely they stood,
The things they did, all man should.
Gold crested chest, silver lined soul,
Bring faith to others, twas their goal.
Hand in hand, they galloped with speed,
With their faces, such painted in glee.
Fate had separated them far apart,
But such a challenge was only the start.
“Wind that rings the silent bells,
Flames that wisp the blades of hell.
Flowers that scent the fields with holly,
Winged angel that slashes the good gone jolly.
Tome of purity, scrolls of pharos,
Existence is futile, such says the sparrow.
Doused in robes, filled in white,
Drenched in black, come cold the night.
Where faith in the man does dwell,
Such heroes would tie their hearts to those they trust;
Liberty and greed crushed under bronze boots.
Roads to sages, oceans to the only god;
Lead the story further on:
“Safety the soul, that tied his net among snow ridden peaks,
Guided his words are, among the stone dropped streets.
In a home, in a house, he who lives without fear,
And when he speaks, such presence feels near.
Notes on the clef, treble that gives tone,
He’ll play a melody against your bone.
Grace in his steps, steps that are unseen,
But the more he walks, the more he gives me.
“Here today, he lives with question,
A noble deed that is his obsession.
In our world, he thrives with few others,
But that doesn’t matter, he loves like a mother.
Two hands that fold around your frame,
At that time, all feels sane.
Time will freeze, blood won’t flow,
As he grabs the lust within your soul.
“Carved and plastered in the rarest jade,
Stroked and painted in the oddest way.
Voice with words that we find strange,
But that’s just society, how we derange…
Hope swings high, on its gray stem,
All disperses of our only sin.
His words will scratch upon your skull,
And in your sleep, they take their toll.
“Grasping air that grips upon your back,
The demeanor of religion shall run off track.
What is love? What is hate?
Yet two things that are the same.
Through the clouds, through the thunder,
Comes the emotion, that makes men slumber.
Rocking gently against the tide,
Hanging in there and yet to cry.
Joyfully swing back my love,
Alone we have yet to lose all our hope.
There is more to come and more to splendor.
Love is not lost, this one can truly see.
Humans live, dare do not stop:
“Here lives he, whom sheds the same skin,
Born in flesh and born again.
Among the riddles of vallies strung high,
Above he floats, in the clearest of sky.
None shall see notion or step back in fear,
For up he grabs our hearts, and up he holds them dear.
Here comes the grave, here comes the slab,
Both in our minds, he shall not have.
“Forever enlightened, forever in time,
Such thoughts of glory thought not as crime.
Heavy luggage, bred from the stew,
But hold your posture, he shall do.
Life goes on, when he smiles wide,
All the shadows shall run, and always hide.
Keep your mind as clear as be,
And in your heart, you shall see.
“Scaling hills across the green sea,
That he would do, for us, for me.
Do not burden his soul, or disown regard,
Listen to him closely, listen to him hard.
Life is short, life runs deep,
The walls are thick, the jumps are steep.
His hand is there, open for yours,
His hand shall always be there, and that you adore.
“Darkness consumes, when harps play sick,
The ground becomes wet, the feet become slick.
If you shall stumble, if you shall crack,
This one is there, to bring you right back.
Where there is challenge, where there is hope,
He’ll pull you right up, with his majestic rope.
Goodbye is non existent when his words roam,
Forever punched in mind, forever punched in stone.
Oh, how you play, how you sing,
All of our delusions, reality.
Guided strings that pluck and rhyme shall bring forth light;
Society shall scream, the darkness will woe.
Satan will fall, now tell us so:
“Brushes that pass the page with ink,
In this ones heart, the past shall link.
Value, Strict, Honor, and Pride,
All consume within his mind.
Yet no hate, does he speak,
When the light falls from bright to bleak.
Doing these and doing those,
Always up upon his toes.
“Disliking the skills of which he acquires,
Yet, forever they spread, like the thickness of fire.
Deep in his throat, echo’s a voice unheard,
Eventually fighting to bring forth its turn.
Love and loved back, dispensing his greed,
This one stands, where thoust can not see.
Trees shall bow to his feet,
The waves shall jump, just to greet.
“Sand may stick upon his sole,
But this does not interfere with his goal.
Forever in debt to the ones who came,
But as all things, none is the same.
He is, who he is, none can change,
The living breathing, honest sage.
To him, we beg, to show us how,
You must take your time, take it now!
“Always busy, always gone,
And in hearts, we sit, we long.
Around the world, and then right back,
He’s seen all, he knows his tact.
His heart lies outside, his soul lies in,
The true form, of what we should have been.
Oh woe, to us for not seeing soon,
The one who saves, from the gloom.
Your part is done, need no more;
You’ve told the story, the word of such is out.
The tale plays thick and we string our hope.
In honor we bow, I bow to myself.
For you are me, and shall be.
“We are one, the time is done,
All shall end, all shall run.
Entwined we are, just like them,
Veins that cross underneath what lives.
Hope is here, faith is there,
Death knocks light, it’s everywhere.
Cerberus growls, the flames eat you,
Forever gone, all you knew.
May live in infamy, each one.
Spread there faith across these lands and bring forth
The sun. Strain your horses across what’s barren.
Who they are, names they seek each shall find,
That they are, who they think.
“I take this hand, I take your harp,
We are together, we’ll play sharp.
Listen closely, for just one tick,
Hold your stomach, destroy the sick.
You’ve heard my speak, you’ve heard me talk,
Take your legs, and make your walk.
Do not forget, what you saw,
Hold it closely, take it all.
“Hours are falling, my body will crumble,
And into the casket, I shall stumble.
Hands across my chest, face stood still,
No more time, to write out my will.
But for eternity, and far beyond,
I will remember this day, and remember this song.
So should you, so you should,
If only you can, if only you could.
“We will leave this world, without choice,
No amount could stand to the wisest voice.
So hear this lesson, my last words:
Choose yourself wisely, what beats is yours;
Give yourself time, give yourself faith,
Sho away the devils double tongued snake.
Lay my head, against this bed,
Now is the time, We Are Dead.
You must continue in mind,
What I have lost, when life turned me blind.
Sing this song before you cry, and remember:
Whats yours is yours, whats mine is mine.
We are dead, I am dead.
