• Epitath

    Par Feuilles_d_Acanthe dans Acanthe le 26 Juillet 2023 à 21:23
     
    The wall on which the prophets wrote
    Is cracking at the seams
    Upon the instruments of death
    The sunlight brightly gleams
    When every man is torn apart
    With nightmares and with dreams
    Will no one lay the laurel wreath
    When silence drowns the screams
    Confusion will be my epitaph
    As I crawl a cracked and broken path
    If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
    But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
    Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
    Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
    Between the iron gates of fate
    The seeds of time were sown
    And watered by the deeds of those
    Who know and who are known
    Knowledge is a deadly friend
    If no one sets the rules
    The fate of all mankind I see
    Is in the hands of fools
    The wall on which the prophets wrote
    Is cracking at the seams
    Upon the instruments of death
    The sunlight brightly gleams
    When every man is torn apart
    With nightmares and with dreams
    Will no one lay the laurel wreath
    When silence drowns the screams?
    Confusion will be my epitaph
    As I crawl a cracked and broken path
    If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
    But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
    Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
    Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

     


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