Who Will Grab The Mic Stand?

Who Will Grab The Mic Stand?

A Poem by Shadow

We've waited for this day...
Longer than the hands of space...
Longer than we could of ever known for ourselves...
The world has changed...

Ashes to ashes
And skin to skin
One killing another
For our kin to live

The adrenaline pumping through the system
the fight we bare to push ourselves
it's more than the burden we could ever see
trying too hard to help the selfish machines

A rose that falls
To see them all
Perish in their own demise
a helping hand
one that is grand
and together we fall
So be prepared to face it all

There is no hope
There is no salvation
Only a dream that we try to build
SO take the pill
Live a little
maybe then among the masses
we will see
that we are just catching our asses

So sweet little baby
take a deep breath
and watch the world
for this is the day we've waited for
when the world burns up
and we all fall down
only then to rise up
and grab the mic stand.

© 2013 Shadow

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Added on November 1, 2013
Last Updated on November 1, 2013



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