WIP Song + new poem - Printable Version

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13 Spirits
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A street, a house a terrible crow,
nevermore in ears, invader's sorrow.
The dead are waiting, for time of black swan.
Soon to be joining, a saint of the dawn.

Black room, black maze, the silence is gone
lair with beauty, her dreams fly upon
the back of old carrier, his vessel is dark.
Waiting for visitors, life falls apart.

We are all evil, in one way or another
heavens have fallen, hell has recovered.
Sacred relic, a dark crimson shrine,
View so unholy, view so divine.

13 the number, of all spirits missed.
Killing is killing, your way to exist.
For fun, for profit, your job is your life
Night Stalker rises, his thirst still survives.

Feeding them lies and obeying snakes,
the apple has fallen, for you to take.
Gave up on love, grew up on hate.
The world is spinning, keeping us awake.

Listen to Charlie, for he is your guide.
Future is fainting, you won't survive.
Five razor edges, burning into your skin.
Five burning letters, burning within

your body and soul, you lived up your time.
Dreams are awakened, your trial for nine
circles of hell, treasure your mind.
Keep us forever, in our little time.