Hear the buzz,
they're questioning the mountains.
The halls of decadence,
the hum resonates with sin.
Their words echo,
far beyond the stretches of our universe.
Like a chant,
like witches muttering a curse.
Do not move,
there's a dead man in the gallows.
We're on thin ice,
and the water below isn't shallow.
To fear or not,
when fear is not a choice.
Be careful when using,
the power of your voice.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
Hear the buzz,
they're questioning the mountains.
The halls of decadence,
the hum resonates with sin.
Their words echo,
far beyond the stretches of our universe.
Like a chant,
like witches muttering a curse.
Do not move,
there's a dead man in the gallows.
We're on thin ice,
and the water below isn't shallow.
To fear or not,
when fear is not a choice.
Be careful when using,
the power of your voice.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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