In the future, as in the past <br />I am the first, I am the last <br />Knew the mother, am the father <br /> I don't care if you don't believe <br />All of the children did deceive <br /> From the wind comes knowledge and truth <br />As it came to me in my youth <br /> Storm of truth, the wind is a gale <br />In the end, so many will fail <br /> The first to know are the first to die <br />I know but wish that was a lie <br /> <br />I am the first I am the last <br />In the future as in the past <br />I the father, knew the mother <br />I am the last as in the past <br />I am father, where is mother? <br /> Children deceive, you don't believe <br />Wind is a gale, many will fail <br /> To me in my youth, came storm of truth <br /> I want to cry as the first die <br />On with battle, die like cattle <br /> <br />In the future as in the past <br />I am the first, I am the last <br />The first to know are the first to die <br />I have but just one question, why?<br /><br />Nicholas McDonough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/third-eye-bleeding-mar-7th-2003/
