The cries in the
mud
The darkness falls
quickly
The oxygen will be
replenished
Satan will rope the
souls
It isn’t fate
It is carelessness
Knowing the
foundation is weak
The falling of
debris and mud will happen
Yet the alarm bell
ignores
The rain falls many
days
The yellow mud
showing its sign
The ignorance plays
into death
The cries in the
mud
The shouting calling
names
The dogs will sniff
for lives
But hope fades into
silence
Satan is ever
watching
Catching souls for
his uprising
He needs to fight
his last battle
Collecting souls to
proof his existence
And the humans seem
forgetful
Doing the work
thinking of wealth
Forget to look at
the bad signs
Satan will rope the
souls
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