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Aurora


They say there’s an unimaginable ache, The flip of your stomach that screams for you to pull the trigger Control is cold and heavy in your hands Power sits idle between your fingers begging for release But you aren't scared Or so you’d like to think You’re shrouded in a feigned sense of confidence Everything will be okay, you say This is what you have to do Play god and people will start to listen, you think You can make them all mean something And your head throbs, And reality blurs, And your palms grow cold But this isn't a time for second thoughts This is when the world will come to know your name X They say there’s a moment of unimaginable fear The sound of your worst nightmare echoing through your racing mind Sharp screams pierce the veil of terror Death is all too real and present Things were never meant to be like this But now it’s just survival and shaking hands And the thought of things you haven’t done A whole life you haven’t lived A future that’s now in someone else’s And it’s all because of him The man dressed in black with the maniacal smile And his mind caught on this idea that any of this means something These things aren't meant to happen, you think And you’re sure you’re not meant to die this way Everything will be okay, you whisper But he has different ideas. The power is in his hands now And tonight, mercy is in short supply
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