| The sun is shining
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| It could be a wonderful day
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| The children play outside
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| While the birds sing in the sky
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| A warm breeze moves the grass
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| And small feet squeeze it
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| And while a butterfly passes
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| You hear the children laugh
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| It’s waiting in the dark
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| A tiny metal bar
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| Peeps out of the ground
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| Dew reflects the sun rays
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| See me, see me
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| Oh please see me
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| It’s waiting in the dark
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| A stone is pushed back in the earth
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| While a small soul pushes the metal bar
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| A tiny flash
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| Disappears into the ground
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| A soft click and with a hollow sound
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| Slowly it ejects, irrevocable
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| With a swirling movement like a butterfly
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| It’s slowly climbing high
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| It passes the knees
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| It passes the hands
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| It passes the chest
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| Until it reached its high
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| Another click
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| A fireball appears out of a shockwave
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| The eardrums break
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| Like deadly insects
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| A swarm of glowing spikes
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| Bursts out of the red center
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| While flying razorblades
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| Peel the last laugh off the face
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| Smeared with blood
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| A firestorm burns down pieces of flesh
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| On the red colored grass
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| Stop searching
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| Hell is already here
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| Yes we made it happen
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| Worse than any beast of prey
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| Stop searching
|
| Hell is already here
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| Yes we made it happen
|
| Worse than any beast of prey
|
| Stop searching
|
| Hell is already here
|
| Yes we made it happen
|
| Worse than any beast of prey
|
| Stop searching
|
| Hell is already here
|
| Yes we made it happen
|
| Worse than any beast of prey
|
| Stop searching
|
| Hell is already here
|
| Yes we made it happen
|
| Worse than any beast of prey
|
| Stop searching
|
| Hell is already here
|
| Yes we made it happen
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| Worse than any beast of prey
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| The sun is shining
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| It could be a wonderful day |