It Won't Be Long
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Something something.
Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up.
He loved and counted his kills, divided the dead,
And suddenly stopped.
Prompted by the heat of July,
The sweat on his skin beaded and fell.
He never prayed a day in his life...
This man was the pawn when you've been promised to hell.
There's something to be said for the crowd,
Which gathered and grew and erupted into song.
He smiled, as he toyed with the news, and took up their words.
It won't be long.
The tune collapsed, and the mob ceased their song...
Confused and in awe of the monster trained to sing.
The hangman tightened up and leaned in,
And offered the man a chance to speak before he'd swing.
He cried out:
"Man is not supposed to make mistakes. (wrong)
But for every man who cries and begs for time enough to breathe.
You'll find a million more monsters like me.
Who'll lick your world and laugh when we live."
Then the trap door released.
Oh, it won't be long.
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