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What lurks as the pesticides spray evil's dust, |
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Killing life's roses so red? |
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Hooded, defeated, as a cloak hides a name |
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Making my mind demented |
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It seems to be living, but yet it looks ill |
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Not moving onward with time |
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As dawn brings new day, eroding away |
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The sunlight now shelters my find |
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Believe, but can |
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I trust my eyes to see? |
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To see, the unexplained in front of me |
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To me, this other side |
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I must believe |
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Believe, that hell is now a part of me |
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Exhausted, |
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I speak to all with an ear |
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My story, this vision unseen |
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I tell of this shape, appearing in black |
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But no one wants to believe |
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But they will believe |
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I live with that day, as only |
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I can I laugh, but only to hide |
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This inner fear, that something's out there |
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Just haunting forever inside |
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And time goes on..... |
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Why did I see? |
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Do you believe? |
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The highway was dead, my mind was all alone |
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The grasp of the dawn surrounded me |
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A tunnel was dug, direct into fright |
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Leaving me hooked, into death's own eyes |
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Hooded shapes float above misplaced |
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The time frame the flowers are dead |
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So many ways, to justify and place |
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Thoughts occuring and conceived |
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And time goes on..... |
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Morbid shape in black!!! |
