A Sad Song
Let's sing a song to hinder time For we've come to precipice, our Days are definite as numbers Can be, our fate spelt in the Scroll of seers of doom. We Can rave and rant anyways, we Could kill the prophets and burn Their words, chase narratives of Brilliant minds, there's but a step Ahead. A song of rhythmic rhymes And chime of time drumming away, let's sing A song through the end of time.