Caution

I’m telling you now;
I smell death in the air;
Might as well accept this and bow.

I’m telling you now;
As I toss and tear;
To this fearless cause of despair.

Winds whisper caution;
And you might as well hear.
There is going to be distortion;
Its claws are drawing near.

I’m telling you now;
I see death in the clouds;
Prepare your heart for goodbye.

I’m telling you now;
I can hear its sounds;
Just a question of when and why?

Crickets shout – be careful!
And you might as well hear.
Listen to this wear wolf;
The angle of death is near…