YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED
a haughty feet rushes to a gossip a dirty soul sounding morbid a gathering concocting downfall conclave conniving to build firewalls the end is closer that ever expected my dear why don’t you live your days in fear our lives are nothing but a jingle we should clip our mouth with bridle tell me who has life’s scroll foolish men knows nothing but to growl scattered corpses littering their minds cooking vengeance with disgraceful thanks our days are numbered you scallywag you know nothing but to brag your hands are soiled with disdain numb skull, empty brain use your tongue to count your teeth halitosis smears when you breathe you will be accountable for your deeds your love shared, and the mouths you feed you ought to wake up to your days in sorrows knowing fully well no one is promised tomorrow look at you bragging at stack emptiness all you will be l...
