Song Of The Dead.... Poem by Sebastine Humaemo

Walking between the graves
counting how many sleeps
under darkness
I keep walking with grieves

Silent moon
clouds under blues
endures
the heart of sleeping souls
nocturne.......

Questions fly, soul keep cries
you don't have to wonder why
all these crimes, wars and fires
couldn't be stopped yet why
nocturne.......


People lived with fear
innocent lives shattered and teared
sins been noted
forever....
like a child God weeps
so loud, so deep
you will find Him soon burried
among us too
nocturne.......

Angel cries, stars fall from heights
you don't have to wonder why
seeing us fight
even God planed to die
this will be His final night

nocturne.........
hmmmmmmmmm
its time let me too sleep
soon my soul will again wake
to sing how the world has came to an end
hmmm song of the dead.......