The green grass corroborates the cold
Making the atmosphere feel cold
Waiting for the trees to be mold
Waiting for the beguiling stories to be told
All of my frivolous dreams are thrown
As I search for the stupendous unknown
They, themselves live alone
But, they bring forth chills to your bone
You'll be bedazzled as they array
As they make your feet wander astray
You'll find yourself discombobulated in the bay
As you glare at them in awe as they dance ballet
But I apprise you, keep your feet close to the ground
Keep your ears focused to the mellifluous sound
Saying, the lost are soon the found
And one day He'll be releasing all who are in bound
Watch out for the wolves hiding under the moon
Watch out! They'll be howling soon
Inveigling you with an enchanting tune
So be aware, and be immune!
One step, two steps; they're near
They're in your vicinity, waiting until it's clear
They'll be gnashing their teeth near your ear
All because you're cavalier
Fear this most, "the trumpets shall once again blow"
And the question is, do you know where you'll go?
If not, then it's time for you to know,
Heaven is real, so is hell; are you going up or maybe low?
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
The green grass corroborates the cold
Making the atmosphere feel cold
Waiting for the trees to be mold
Waiting for the beguiling stories to be told
All of my frivolous dreams are thrown
As I search for the stupendous unknown
They, themselves live alone
But, they bring forth chills to your bone
You'll be bedazzled as they array
As they make your feet wander astray
You'll find yourself discombobulated in the bay
As you glare at them in awe as they dance ballet
But I apprise you, keep your feet close to the ground
Keep your ears focused to the mellifluous sound
Saying, the lost are soon the found
And one day He'll be releasing all who are in bound
Watch out for the wolves hiding under the moon
Watch out! They'll be howling soon
Inveigling you with an enchanting tune
So be aware, and be immune!
One step, two steps; they're near
They're in your vicinity, waiting until it's clear
They'll be gnashing their teeth near your ear
All because you're cavalier
Fear this most, "the trumpets shall once again blow"
And the question is, do you know where you'll go?
If not, then it's time for you to know,
Heaven is real, so is hell; are you going up or maybe low?
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