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Iynne
Whyville Poet

All Them Who Died

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Tell me, how did the revenge taste
And did it go to waste
Is there a problem around here
haste?
All of the time,
Okay, I see, alright
All of the time,
Where to run, where to sit, where to hide

They told me I was a lively kid
Didn't know they did
They called me up
And they said hello,
All them who died . . .

Here I sit
In the front
For a while

It seems that they don't remember me
Laugh at me, what a man
Mother says,
She doesn't care for what you do
Be careful what you do
When no one tells the truth

Better yet, just listen to mother
Everywhere
She knows the best
There's no other way you could tell
It's just so
But why does she turn so pale?

And when I answered
The same voice spoke to the phone
Did they see?
Did they hear?
How did they know?
All them who died
Haunting me
Haunting us
Better hide

 

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