Alex Fischer (01/10/1992 / North Little Rock, Arkansas)

There is a song sung by the heav’nly Earth
It screams aloud to thee it does alert
When shadows fall a crow escapes the birth
Of this same song that comes forth from the dirt
The song traverse upon a wav’ring breeze
Shifting along the ever moving price
Baring the time that will do and freeze
Grinding it out making it seem so nice
The song is sung deathly oh by a son
Swinging around from house to house it come
Bringing a plague that thrills all but the one
Infecting everyone that hears it sung
So many a verse doth this song so be true
That many a beast be spawned from sky so blue