today be ith thy day, <br />will see the play, <br />for all displayed on this glorious day, <br />death and despair from chair to chair, <br />when wind seeps throu your radiant hair... <br /> <br />all who attend surely will end, <br />so bring all your friends, <br />We got time to spend, <br /> <br />murder in numbers, <br />eating from hunger, <br />ill watch you all burn <br />a lesson you'll learn, <br />to be true and open, <br />cause now friend your soaking, <br />in blood and gasoline <br /> <br />cooking and crisping, <br />burning and wishing, <br />'oh god these people are shrewd' <br />but please dont you worry ill rid them in a hurry, <br />for the vessel you once shall be gone, <br />its mine for the taking and you sure im thanking, <br />for succumbing to the vast dark in mind...<br /><br />Frankie Von<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/opera-house/
