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unknown


This world

So unknown

Oh how you have grown

From nothing

To something of mass and size

Unknown of our cries

But we’ve seen things

Things that satan sings

Things that brings

Death and hell

Make us swell

And pray

Until the day

We hear about the death

The sighting

The lighting

The whiting

We’ve all seen weird things

We’ve all seen things beyond belief

But never a girl in your dreams

Her mouth barely hanging at the seams

Her eyes were black it seems

Oh the screams

When you wake

When you feel the quake

The fake

You never believed

Until you couldn't get relieved

She’s back

 
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