A living dead city By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Spirits returning to it owner...
Man turned to evil
Wolf living in them
Swallowed each other up
Leaving a city to die alone
Yet evil spirit wondering around its street
Today its called a living dead city
Who wishes to see its light
Spirit running with guns at night
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Spirits returning to it owner...
Man turned to evil
Wolf living in them
Swallowed each other up
Leaving a city to die alone
Yet evil spirit wondering around its street
Today its called a living dead city
Who wishes to see its light
Spirit running with guns at night
None of the spirit contain love
Their eyes are not even bright
Always hiding in the dark
A living dead city
Oh who dare to go and dwell in it
At night spirit will walk till the braking of the day
In the morning its their sleeping time
I saw them covered with dark veils
Their face full of hate and craving to kill
Oh how clouds hated to rain on them
Sun stopped to shine upon them
Who said the world enjoyed their stay
For even the heavens closed its gate for them.
iving city cry tears of sorrow
It cry tears of loneliness at day
At night it regret its being
I never saw such pain in it
I never thought its being will
I never thought at this day the city will wish to die
Who wishes to go and see it as it suffer
None of the spirit contain love
Their eyes are not even bright
Always hiding in the dark
A living dead city
Oh who dare to go and dwell in it
At night spirit will walk till the braking of the day
In the morning its their sleeping time
I saw them covered with dark veils
Their face full of hate and craving to kill
Oh how clouds hated to rain on them
Sun stopped to shine upon them
Who said the world enjoyed their stay
For even the heavens closed its gate for them.
iving city cry tears of sorrow
It cry tears of loneliness at day
At night it regret its being
I never saw such pain in it
I never thought its being will
I never thought at this day the city will wish to die
Who wishes to go and see it as it suffer
Who want to go and see tears of blood of the city
Who want to go and see the spirits that suffer from sleeping disorder
Who want to see as the city fall as if its old
It is said,it shall have no more order
Its said its shall no longer grow older
A living dead city
It live yet dead
Its dead yet contain living evil spirit
A living dead city its called
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