Drown- Apocalypse


The storm approach
With dexterity
Let down the ropes
Ney, shiver
Let down your hopes
The spoke wont wheel, nay
The rod won’t move
Tall hats won’t save you

All on deck
Beckon first for clergy men
Tall hats for tall men, channel
The boats are small
The people fat haul
The bow collapsed
None can go


Drown beneath the silver moon
Savage waves, like rock sand dunes
The ghost breaks the glass
Sand falls on that too tall a hat
Time won’t let it pass.
The last blade falls,
The grass is red
Boats are sinking
All are dead
Waves erupt
Volcanoes quake
Shake and quiver
All are gone as
Dusk dawn breaks

The End

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