"I sing my Song" TheTerrifying Beauty: II (un-edited)

As I walk among the dead

To see the evil and fallen

Reap what they sow

I have no outstretched hands.

For those who have outstretched there hands to me

Will be they walk among the dead as I.

As bloodstains cover this gray concrete canvas

The dead move on there is no stopping them.

The owls and other birds swoop

Using the metal birds and beast of burden.

But nothing can contain this plague

It will stretch across the whole world.

Sparing the few and removing the majority

For they have fallen and must fall at the hands

Of there mistakes

And there forefathers.

Here I am the grand musician

I am not chosen,

I am not special,

I just let the song flow through my body.

For it is my destiny

Will you sing along?

Do you know the song?

For when you the living dead are at your door

And the metal Owls fly over head

How will you be saved?

For they have come to me

They have defeated me before.

Taken my love

Taken everything from me.

What do you need to loose?

For you eyes to be open

For you to step out your door and sing the song.

For the majority has fallen

Or willingly close there mouths and eyes.

Run and dig your graves,

But you wont here the song

And will not rise again.

Now as I move along I sing my song with others,

I come to my own revelation.

That it is not about me and not about others

But truly about all

And I am nothing

Money, television, Microwaves, atoms, hate, love, time, space

We have all made these things

And we perpetuate these things by believing

But what is worth believing in anymore

The things I feel and see

They have deceived me

Even my own voice has hurt me

So why do I deserve to sing

For I am part of this Terrifying Beauty

I am the Terrifying Beauty