Every time that song plays people are left crying
Every time they hear its tune they grieve
It makes you wonder what it would be like dying
It encourages violence and joy it reaves
The brave tremble when they listen its lyrics
Flowers bend their heads in terror
This song is a grave song, no jokes no gimmicks
Yet some move to its tune with pleasure
Its rhythm induces death and pain
It steals all hope of a harmonious future
For it to cease many plead in vain
Please god tame this apoplectic creature
Some numb by its beats try crying but cannot cry
Some endeavour to run away from its melodies
Others with their hopes lost turn their heads to the sky
Wondering why they have to endure such tragedies
This is a long and enduring song
Many wonder will it end completely
Or will it in years, or months, play again.
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