Death in a scary world
Moving up and down
In frustration I'm dead,
The world is now quiet,
Surprise takes all faces,
The world is fill with rage,
Death is dominating now,
The ground is for runner,
The flyers can't fly now,
Moving as fast as I can
Sprint from the ground
With a shout"I'm dead"
I'm now a ground runner
In darkness and fear
The world is now dead
I shouted "I'm dead"
Backward to safety
To a place of living
Hopping in style's
I shouted "I'm dead"
But it just a dream
fill with leafs and grass
Green and yellow color
Of the low growing grass
Blur the brown color of the ground
Isn't this home?
With this knowing that if I turn
This will be home
I know this road leads home
A road of to my home
Once had straight path
But greed and wanting
Have bend this path
To the way home
Home as I know is fill
With love and joy
But this feel like a trapped
In a round button and
Doom and Doom keep
Press through this had
Outer glass and this
Space us becoming
Small and darker
Home and death
Shares a link so that
I feel the feelings of
A man who died in a scary
World
Knowing that it was just a dream
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