My blood pours into your hands
And leaves a dark red stain
But if you listen to it's story
It'll drive you insane
It pierces your ears
Because it's screaming in agony
If you look at most people's hearts
They'll shout the same
We wave our caskets
We never know when it's going to end
We wave our caskets
We close our eyes and count to ten
Focus on the task at hand
Because you never know
When it's going to end
You start to tremble in fear
Because the end of your life
Is near
We wave our caskets
We never know when it's going to end
We close our eyes and count to ten
123...456...789...10
A poem by my son
Christopher McClendon
Anthony, thank you so much for sharing this poem by your son, Christopher, it is a riveting piece as we keep hearing the chant, "we wave our caskets." You can sense the death, fear, and anxiety behind this....and it's a cold and unnerving state of mind to be in, honestly.