The great ones stand, at the break of dawn
Filling the forest with sounds of laughter
The Piper blows and all fall to silence
Everyone follows, there on after
The wind begins to blow
Whistling through the trees
As the heaven above cries out in shame
Robes of white silk, stained with blood
Angels of deceive-ness
Are called those who prey on the weak
Fill peoples' hearts with pure happiness
And Rape their innocence away
They're born with a goal unknown to them
The power to heal the victims of life
They secure the unsecured
Give hope and happiness to those in need
Using words with double meaning
They will pay the un-Just
A whisper is heard, the Piper leads the way
As the forest echos with sounds of laughter
The Piper, the Grim Reaper, one and the same
Leads them through the smoke filled trees
Walking into fate, the Angel spreads her wings
Silhouettes define the outline of their souls
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Poem Copyright © 1999 by Christian Lopez and used by permission.
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