Its the choir of death 
They scream and they cry
They bring great pain 
And this, is not a lie
They parade out into night
underneath the full moon 
to find a new member soon
Their opera is retched 
It peirces my ears
Its the choir of death 
There reign is near
The blood shed is everywhere
A soul they never spare
They are closer 
They are louder
Plese,Sombody shake me awake
Im begging you, telling you this is not fake 
What kind of nightmare is this?
Who said its a nightmare
Its the choir of death
Here to take me away
I try to scream but nothing comes out
There faces are decay 
There stench from '80 May
They are closer 
I cant take it 
I might pass away
They are coming anyway
But keep this little secret:
They might come for you one day
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Choir of death
Posted by Geneva at 12:34 PM
Labels: poem death choir
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