Burning the Masses
Gerascophobia
Grrrrr!!For generations we mourn a richness in lifeA day by day different sceneAnalysis of, information!Mental memories project visions to feed onOur wisdom enhances only to questionand acknowledge your fearsYou frolic and play when you are youngRot in your stench as you grow old.Facing your own mortality fills you withan obstinate dread you can't rid of!The on set of diseaseYour air comes with receiptWorried you will die aloneYou expect the crucifixAround your neck to save your soul.A hint of growing old, and losing beauty.Fear of impaired mobilityYour face deterioratesas your insides decomposeYour brain lacks oxygenA soft whistle spews outAs you choke internally!Letras de cancionesYou frolic and play when you are youngRot in your stench as you grow oldFacing your own morality fills you withAn obstinate dread you can't rid of!The onset of diseaseYour air comes with a receipt
From Letras Mania