| Critical moments pass,
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| And doctrines of fools will last.
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| I am just trying to cope,
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| Into my horroscope.
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| Through eyes and ears they bleed,
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| Reciting their holy creed.
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| Heeding but one request,
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| The future, is put to, rest…
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| Bless me in darkened days,
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| Down to my knees I pray.
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| I am just trying to cope,
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| Within this horrorscope.
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| In the wake of all frustration,
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| I begin to loose control.
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| Watched as the weapons fired,
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| Bombs burst in the air…
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| Burned in the fields of fire!
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| Standing in the middle of nowhere.
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| Watched as the weapons fired,
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| Baptized in fields of fire!
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| Well,
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| The change in here, an’the future clear.
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| I can feel it coming.
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| So full of hate, its geting late!
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| Yeah, I know its coming.
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| When all the choice turned to just one voice,
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| Yeah, the wind is turning.
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| This is your horrorscope…
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| Words laced with blasphemy,
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| Drip with sincerity.
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| Falling into the plan,
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| Like sacrificial lambs.
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| Hearing the words and said,
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| Rings like nail, to the head.
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| Now I can see the stars,
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| I know we have gone too far.
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| Baptized in fields of fire,
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| Wathched as the weapons fired.
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| This is your horrorscope. |