Brian Kilpatrick


You Who Sing Your Death Song


You who sing your death song
Are you recruiting others to sing along
Do you think you are the only one
Who has ever wanted to sing that song

You who sing your death song
Are you trying to perpetuate our pain
Do you know what you are doing or are you
Unwittingly recruiting others to take part in your evil game

You who sing your death song
What do you accomplish by exponentially increasing our pain
While you sing your death song how do you wallow in your distain
As you contemplate revenge as the means to the end of your evil game

Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2010

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