Awoken in the dark part
By screams near and far.
Blasts boom,
Echoing doom
Like an obsessive broom.
Orange light
Makes clouds bright
As the grimly shuffling pass
The night like brass
Bands playing for the dead.
Stay in the cage.
It's the only way
To make the grade
And live.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air
PoesieThe complete genocide of the human species in rhyming fashion. 1,558 words.
