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I had this dream... |
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Where I woke up |
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To a grand commotion. |
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And uhm... |
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I just jumped from the blankets |
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And whipped the door from its lock, |
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And rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway. |
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But there, on all sides |
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Lying next to each other |
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Were rows and rows of executioners... |
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Some were shirtless and __ |
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And throbbing with anticipation. |
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Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair |
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All were hooded |
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Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen |
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Others had crudely made hoods |
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Like scarecrows or ripped ski masks |
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With slobber from their clenching jaws |
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And some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin. |
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Each one held a weapon. |
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Large mallets |
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Crudely fashioned axes |
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And large clubs |
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Pipes But |
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I wasn't compelled to retreat. |
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No. I was forced to move between them. |
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Past their swinging weapons |
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The clubs |
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The bats The slicing tools |
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The shovels |
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The large and small axes |
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Boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them |
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Taking the beating, |
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Falling down, |
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Getting up, |
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Again and again and again and again |
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Driven to make it out... |
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At any cost. |
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And next, |
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I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world |
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Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents. |
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From above, out on the treetops, |
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Several dolls fell from the branches |
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And they were hanging |
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With nooses made of human hair |
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They started biting and sucking and trying to feed from me... |
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Trying to enter my belly and some pushed large needles into my veins and... |
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And as I looked back, some had nails through their hands, torsos and throats. |
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I was froze. |
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Dead eyes... |
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Carbonized... |
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As I kicked them away |
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I could see all around me... |
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Of piles and piles of dead sea life. |
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Large fish, smelly crustaceans, __ |
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And their soulless empty bodies whispered |
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A secret language |
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I couldn't decipher but somehow understood. |
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And their cries were "Feed me... feed me..." |
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They wanted me to devour those around them |
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Chew them up into pieces |
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And smear them inside their mouths. |
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And as I turned around |
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I could see the shape of a woman |
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Perfect... |
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Perfectly erotic |
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Squatting over a pile of these dead things... |
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And as I ran to her and said "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" |
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And she had no face |
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And she turned to glass |
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And suddently cracked |
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And then exploded into 1000 pieces at my feet. |
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And just as |
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I took a quick breath, |
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This world was shoved and desimated |
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But an intruding tidal wave |
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Of microorganisms, exploding atoms... |
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And suddenly moon rose... |
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Frightened, aching, and alone... |
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And that's what |
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I remember most... ... |
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The ache. |
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I can't escape |
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The ache....... |
