Sound of Drums
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
The day is past.
The dead are dead.
Their lives for naught.
Rebellion, they led.
Their Freedom!,
Never was.
Their Freedom!,
Will never be.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
The time is past.
The slaves are slaves.
Their lives ruled by law.
The rebellion, did not last.
Their bravery, their flaw.
Their Freedom!,
Never was.
Their Freedom!,
Will never be.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Original Arabic title,
Al Azif, Necronomicon;
Noise of desert insects,
Buzzing around...
The howling of demons
Is this very sound.
When one day you read aloud
From the pages of a Grimoire
And a insect, a fly, comes out
Then stop reading or shout out!
And so, thinking
About what
It was like,
You know,
In the womb…
Well, it was dark.
But the dark was okay,
It was nice.
And it was warm,
But I don’t think I knew that,
But it was nice, too.
And well, then,
I began to
Experience sound.
It was different
Than it is now,
But very nice.
I felt it more
Than I heard it.
I spun around,
And the feeling
Was nice.
Then-
It happened.
I was experiencing
Something….
LOUD,
RAUCOUS,
COLD,
The sounds
Were offensive,
The sound of metal
Against metal,
And whooshing sounds
And choking,
Gasping,
Noises, noises,
What’s happening?
My eyes!
And then,
Wrapped,
Tightly,
Snuggly….
Then I hear
another sound.
That sound…
I know
That sound….
I am this sound…
Copyright 2012
Now and then, an angel falls from the sky,
It's wings have torn, We don't know
Why, The bed of golden earth
Below, With open arms
To cushion the blow,
This rumbling, a
familiar sound,
My life, once
more...so
upside
dow
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