Popular In 1992 Poem by Brandon Nothing

Finally the links began to separate
Not once did it seem to violate
Just keep pressing on to whatever happens
How did it wind up being a play?
It started like a story
The shallow tides rotted the script
There is no time to mourn
We have all the time in the world to hurt
Now am only I to see the world
For I am the tyrant
My people can no longer meet my needs
I grow my empire and the crime further
Winter comes so we end the bleed
Again we will not consider
It is fact to decline in grace
I watched, it grew I hoped you would reconsider
The growth began to shrink until it vanished
Once again I guess I am cured
Now your very face is banished
Lingering through the alleys of the city
Try to find your way it’s getting harder
It all began to go downhill
But didn’t this happen before?
I never learn from my mistakes
That makes every day a new day
Every day seems like a new fault
Yet we continue this way
Lost your place in the palace high
Each tower now seems more and more high
Bet you would bleed to touch the sky
There is no time like the past
To look towards the future
But when the times keep failing you
You really have to wonder, you really have to give
You scream why? It’s about time
Finally come to your senses
Now we can fail this brine
Eventually the day did come
When a thousand people died in 1992