CHORUS*
In the Utters of Others, a Story to Tell,
Words that make, eardrums Swell.
No hearing aid, Voices Clear,
A shed Tear, in Fear, Armageddon Near.
In Revelations 10, Verses 3 & 4,
A loud sound, like a Lion's Roar.
Thunder Voices, 7 in Count,
The all she wrote, Dead folks Amount.
*Verse*
What's the Uttering, & Muttering About,
7th Angel & Thunders, opened their Mouth.
John tried to write it, Shushed in Scenes,
In 20 25, I see what it Means.
Utters of Others, Devastation & Slaughters,
Noises of Voices, Dead Sisters & Brothers.
Trinity's Divinity, to all Humanity,
Fallen Angel Dangers, & Asylum Insanity.
Babies Screaming, Crying, Aborted & Dying,
Lies Disguised, alienated Complying.
The birth hurt, an Unfelt Pain,
Revealing a Feeling, like pouring Rain.
On asphalt pavement, covered Dirt,
Hidden Graves, Critical areas of Earth.
Air pocket Spaces, unseen Faces,
Flaws of deceptive laws, in ruins no Traces.
Oh man, Oh man, you must give Account,
The numbers under, the silent Amount.
Blood, Sweat, Tears, Woes in the Ears,
A Jury of Peers, the Verdict & Years.
Guiltily charged, Criminals at Large,
Cemetery Bodies, no Surplus Surcharge.
Frightful Variance, Chills & Goosebumps,
The Lorax Extract, slain tree Stumps.
No roots or fruits, in dead man's Land,
A judge, a grudge, a gavel in Hand.
A sword coming, a just Recompense,
Warning of Returning, His ruling Intense.
From this news reporter, the Exclusive,
No Escape Death Rate, in the Elusive.
& in the illusive, no where to Hide,
Four Horsemen joined, on the same Ride.
Kill or be killed, Motto of Blood Spill,
Where Death's nothing left, the Reap is Real.
CHORUS:
2.
Blood on our Hands, American Sands,
Diplomacy's Amity, given to Foreign Lands.
Blinded by Blitzing, Plighted System,
The Thunders Mystery, the seen Algorithm.
Beat of Rhythm, Drum Majors Stand,
On the Frontline, in the view of all Man.
The Vocal Threat, Mask It or Casket,
The world's Motto:, Paper or Plastic.
G. O. P. O. G.'s, & them 3's,
Them Dem's Gems, Screenshot Cheese.
No Mustard & Onions, a Political Jungle,
Bodies dead from Hunger, a Covid Raid Rumble.
Up for the sports, like the Hunger Games,
An Angel Bird & a Word, call no Names.
An abbreviation station, a roll down Track,
Dr. Jekyll I presume, Mr. Hyde's on Attack.
Attention, Attention, antenna's on Alert,
Rooms of Gloomy Doom, Work gets Hurt.
Foreign & American, no Hispanic, White or Black,
In Utters of Others, Thunders talk Smack.
CHORUS:
3.
Political Brawler Mission, no gotta Stay backs,
Mafia Knocking, Warranty Paybacks.
Many Attributes, in a detailed Story,
Dark databases, trapped in personal Worry.
Seeking Storage, no Climate Control,
Or money for mobility, Funds frozen Cold.
Undercover discover, lost sense of Direction,
Learning Survival, Dispersed in Objection.
Only Coins, no A T M Access,
Banks closed, Country in a Mess.
Visual thoughts, Pool of Cess,
Ravine of bodies, a Ravenous Quest.
The Utters of Others.
MCREV
