See Them Dead

Misery

Misery

Is everyone fear of

Murder and hell

Are thoughts to bear

For everyone hear

The secrets that you keep

The moment you fear

The misery is near

Poor souls, Die not been heard

Voiceless in everyone

Alive yet your dead

For you cannot say

The secrets of my brother

The fear of my sister

Then the moment had come

For this is your time

Either yours or mine

To face the tragedy in hell

To be the menace in the places

And be a puppet to the devil

Old friend, Can you stop this Misery?