The Songbird

There is a prison for lost ones

Heinous their crime

Where all are put to death

One at a time

I entered this prison

On the 4th of July at nine

My body shall leave it

Sooner than I had in mind

Outside stands a tree

In the tree lives a bird

And at five o clock it sings

A melancholy little tune

I cannot see the bird

Merely hear its mournful tune

For it knows that murder occurs

Within these four walls

And appropriate is its melody

That it sings to us all

And at five o clock

They take me to the gallows pole

But at least I can hear the bird

Before all that's left of me is my soul

The Bilge Master

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