Hark! You fools!
The end is nigh.
Clear the cataracts
Formed by those lies.
Open your eyes!
The end is nigh.
They laugh,they smile,
"All is fine."
You sleep,you think,
"All is fine."
Fool,take heart!
Your end is nigh.
He runs,he hides,
Oh! He comes.
"Trust them not."
You shush,you chase
They see him leave.
No,you fool!
Now his end is nigh.
A flash, a bang,
His life spills
Onto the street.
His end is past,
and yours is nigh.
They quake, they shiver,
In the warmth of their homes.
They laugh, they smile,
On the speaker's podium.
"All is fine."
Fool that you are,
sleep in peace,
"All is fine."
The end is nigh!
Perk up your ears,
Open those eyes,
Can you not hear,
Can you not see,
The screams of your wife,
The blood of your son?
Their end is past,
Your end is close.
They feast at home,
Thinking all is fine.
They laugh,they smile,
"Oh! Fool that I was,
why must I fear,
when there is naught to fear?"
Their end is now.
Indeed! Fools that they are,
why did they fear?
A flash,a bang,
Thus they enter,
A sleep so deep,
A wailing parent,
Will wake them not.
Their end is past,
And yours is close.
Tonight you'll see,
Your eyes open wide,
Your ears hear well,
Your limbs tremble,
As you take your leave.
You should fear,
For your end is next!
You cross the bridge,
You traverse the path
Well-trodden by those,
Whose corpses lie
Just beneath your feet.
Wary of this place,
You pick up the pace;
Alas! It is too late.
The creatures appear,
they bare their fangs.
They have no end,
For their numbers are great,
and now your end is here.
A flash! A bang!
Tossed like a doll,
you hit the ground.
They tear off your limbs,
Nibbling on them.
"Bah!" They groan.
"Not even a snack."
They find your kith,
They hunt your kin
The end is nigh.
Clear the cataracts
Formed by those lies.
Open your eyes!
The end is nigh.
They laugh,they smile,
"All is fine."
You sleep,you think,
"All is fine."
Fool,take heart!
Your end is nigh.
He runs,he hides,
Oh! He comes.
"Trust them not."
You shush,you chase
They see him leave.
No,you fool!
Now his end is nigh.
A flash, a bang,
His life spills
Onto the street.
His end is past,
and yours is nigh.
They quake, they shiver,
In the warmth of their homes.
They laugh, they smile,
On the speaker's podium.
"All is fine."
Fool that you are,
sleep in peace,
"All is fine."
The end is nigh!
Perk up your ears,
Open those eyes,
Can you not hear,
Can you not see,
The screams of your wife,
The blood of your son?
Their end is past,
Your end is close.
They feast at home,
Thinking all is fine.
They laugh,they smile,
"Oh! Fool that I was,
why must I fear,
when there is naught to fear?"
Their end is now.
Indeed! Fools that they are,
why did they fear?
A flash,a bang,
Thus they enter,
A sleep so deep,
A wailing parent,
Will wake them not.
Their end is past,
And yours is close.
Tonight you'll see,
Your eyes open wide,
Your ears hear well,
Your limbs tremble,
As you take your leave.
You should fear,
For your end is next!
You cross the bridge,
You traverse the path
Well-trodden by those,
Whose corpses lie
Just beneath your feet.
Wary of this place,
You pick up the pace;
Alas! It is too late.
The creatures appear,
they bare their fangs.
They have no end,
For their numbers are great,
and now your end is here.
A flash! A bang!
Tossed like a doll,
you hit the ground.
They tear off your limbs,
Nibbling on them.
"Bah!" They groan.
"Not even a snack."
They find your kith,
They hunt your kin
Your end is past!
And now mine is nigh.
CHRISTOPHER SIM 3S2