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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