Beats of time reverberate wholeheartedly,
Echoes reply and carry on the game.
Ages pass without compassion and acquiesce,
Suffering the ravages of man and beast.
Beats in time; rhythmically, belligerently,
Death is a drum roll in this excuse me of a dance.
Doubts in our minds torment us constantly,
Voices ill perceived cause havoc to sustain.
Wars do pass but go on relentlessly,
Continual and incessant; the suffering of all beasts.
Beating in time, rhythmically but belligerently,
We all waltz to the same tune in this excuse me of a dance.
As it Comes 