Opera House Poem by Frankie Von

today be ith thy day,
will see the play,
for all displayed on this glorious day,
death and despair from chair to chair,
when wind seeps throu your radiant hair...

all who attend surely will end,
so bring all your friends,
We got time to spend,

murder in numbers,
eating from hunger,
ill watch you all burn
a lesson you'll learn,
to be true and open,
cause now friend your soaking,
in blood and gasoline

cooking and crisping,
burning and wishing,
'oh god these people are shrewd'
but please dont you worry ill rid them in a hurry,
for the vessel you once shall be gone,
its mine for the taking and you sure im thanking,
for succumbing to the vast dark in mind...