Drums By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Drums beat like mortar fire
This house you live in was made in the eyes of a liar
Took all your coins to choke a distasteful unsatisfied squire
Ill take your soul, Ill be your languished vampire
Got the call to go to war today
Told my baby don't cry when I go away
Angels don't sing for men meant to die
Baby the world of the living was a trip we weren't meant to try
Modest with my dialogue
Ill sing to the skies even though I'm looking at thick fog
Ill be the chaperon to your pale white ghost
When I'm walking through hell to make the absolute most
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