Eleven 11

Who are you another one shout to the deep of the last death 

It was not him 
Yet to test or text for answers 

Where again asked talking loud in hallways ..whispering going to the show a shower was heard...wash me cleanse me

No one can continue this madness this module of life living it

Everyone siligently waited to or for the next death to occure  eyes open pupil bullying dilated 
Yet the blame was never satisfied 

They  then open their mouths waiting to swallow their needs
To the end 

Though the end 
Repeated to another start saying wait awhile
More continues to speak in tongues to a dancing so repeated  requested bye ...the player play again