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Monster


I watch people smile so perfectly content, like the worries of the world have restrained from presenting themselves yet.crowds of people march the streets, risking their lives to bring back world peace.The world is crying out for help, as disaster created from our very own, breaks out in a war of Hell.familiar faces speak out in various places to give hope to the people of all the nations.promises broken like glass when it shadders the hope we once had.Dreams that we've chased have a darker reality that we face.The lies that were put in place, are to prepare us of the nightmare unfolding right before our smiling face.Why do we fear to come 1 all and cheer, fight away evil with shouts so they'll hear.Fears of the Monster coming are as real as the Towers falling, listen to your heart closely to understand why it's always calling.
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