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!!!
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Morbid Shape In Black
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Deceased |