Paranoiac

Why should I fear for death?
My end shall be the same
The billions breathing,
Seeping,
Leaving their remains

Why should I sing your song?
What makes your words echo?
Who are you
to question
me?

They stood their ground and fought
You knew where we were found
Beneath a hole
inside the
universe

The bullets swirl in time
The seekers shall not find
Me standing in
Your circus tent
No. . .