Have you seen the rivers of the blood?. First a trickle, then a flood --. First the ocean's pounding roar,. Then a tidal wave hits upon the shore.. Knives and arrows fell like rain,.
In a building of gold, with riches untold. Lived the families on which the country was founded. And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles.
Remember me. . Oh, I am the unknown soldier who died in World War II. I didn't want to fight, it was the only thing to do. I was the victim of a world that went insane.
The days grow longer for smaller prizes. I feel a stranger to all surprises. You can have them I don't want them. I wear a different kind of garment. In my rehearsals for retirement.