The Funerary Dirge Of A Violonist
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Listen, don’t you hear, it’s my symphony Of grief and turned up fear … understand, things as we draw near Some feel the fire, and some will feel the … ...feels are haunted by, Nature’s most slumber melodies So it’s all your white light Absorbing the … light, …and fight till the day These thoughts are haunted by Reflections of world war 2 Arise, 1941, 42, the identity of warfare On the east front, is a ... There is one soldier, impeccable, Of committing sin … by his comrades, With their violin, This brilliant music, so beautiful… Shining ones upon every soldier It helps them … to endure Wrath taking melodies, consume our hate Souls and fears These magnificent, tunes, are like …for their ears And for a moment their pain disappears But this moment when I’m lost … the enemy is near, rain the bullets, killing soldiers …and so they, … war, It plays the music of the dead, Music made of led I’ve had enough, of this sickening war And it’s smothering puppets They don’t understand, The language this music can’t be speaken in death.
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