EPITAPH


The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When everyman is turn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no-one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams


Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no-one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools


Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crowl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

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