The Noises

The sounds of life and death surround me so

They are loud and noisy I wish they’d go

The sounds do so scare and torture me

They fill me with much sadness and little glee


Every day I am filled with fear and dread

For I fear my hearing might go dead

The voices and sounds seem to go on

I wish they would just be gone


I try to cover my ears with no hope

These sounds that would frighten the holy pope

The sounds of evil demons screeching

And fearful children weeping


I try to wipe out the sound

But the fearful noises could not be drowned

I fear that with these noises I might go mad

For now if I should die I might be glad

The End

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