The phoenix rises from the ashes
But you will never hear its song
It used to be a nightingale
Until you killed it with a rock
See the fire in the sky
You wont hear a song when you die
The thinkier empties his glass of poison
You will never know his ways
He used to guide you straight
But you were blind to his word
Recall his name
Mabye his words will save your young
Our mothers light fades
Your love for her was none anyway
She used to give you care and nurture
But your hate broke her heart
Ask for forgiveness
For hope may not yet be lost
The wolves sing their celestial song
A song we will never get to hear
We ignored their howls of wisdom
Killed their pups of love
Looking at the moon we remeber
It may already be to late
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
The phoenix rises from the ashes
But you will never hear its song
It used to be a nightingale
Until you killed it with a rock
See the fire in the sky
You wont hear a song when you die
The thinkier empties his glass of poison
You will never know his ways
He used to guide you straight
But you were blind to his word
Recall his name
Mabye his words will save your young
Our mothers light fades
Your love for her was none anyway
She used to give you care and nurture
But your hate broke her heart
Ask for forgiveness
For hope may not yet be lost
The wolves sing their celestial song
A song we will never get to hear
We ignored their howls of wisdom
Killed their pups of love
Looking at the moon we remeber
It may already be to late
Human stupidity and madness have lead us to a point where we will all fade into darkness.
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