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Horrific scenery fills my mind
Some from the future, some from behind
Nightmare images that fill others with Dread
The world would be better if My Kind were dead
In spite of the sacrifices of those we’re above
We see a future without Hope, Faith, or Love
Tonight I let my shadow wind around my ankles
Soft fingers pulling me down as I succumb to myself.
I look inside to find a growing grasping black.
You should have risen by now, your cadence the only light
In my inner endless tribute to things worse than death,