| 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 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 I must believe
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| Believe, that hell is now a part of me
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| Exhausted, 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 I can
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| 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? |
| 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!!! |