Whispering From the Ether

All my heroes are dead
Handing themselves over
To the American dream

They burned out
Never faded away
With an axe to grind
Cutting off the head
Of the snake
And we all marched on

Lost angels
In the cover of night
Strangers
Burning
Evolved

Whispering from the ether
Out of reach
Asking me to join them
In the lion's den

If you say a man's name
He is alive
And our life
Will never end

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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