You can't miss the count to three
Maybe you'll miss the 4,5,6, but never the three
Life itself manifests in that count
Placing its web there without a price, for free
The child is taken just like the old
The web swallows all what you can know or see
So hungry, it's feared for its appetite
Eating everything moving in its killing spree
Not exaggerating, but ever smelled the ICU?
Where they keep the dead alive; the departing he or she
You can't miss the count, young or old
We all go through the count; trust my word and believe me
That day will come. That smell of alcohol
That smell of death, that locker which has no key.
-Written by: M - 5,28, 2018
Maybe you'll miss the 4,5,6, but never the three
Life itself manifests in that count
Placing its web there without a price, for free
The child is taken just like the old
The web swallows all what you can know or see
So hungry, it's feared for its appetite
Eating everything moving in its killing spree
Not exaggerating, but ever smelled the ICU?
Where they keep the dead alive; the departing he or she
You can't miss the count, young or old
We all go through the count; trust my word and believe me
That day will come. That smell of alcohol
That smell of death, that locker which has no key.
-Written by: M - 5,28, 2018