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Don'T Look Behind You
Don’t Look Behind You From swamp I lifted from an arm But collapsed to pitiful puddles And ground my fist in slush As I heard their voices Drag at thus And make of evil a cunning mist Has me bewitched Lost for all my will to do righteousness Has led me astray in my ego wish And left me bleating and bawling Cowering and quivering By the ancient grave That made in secret Chill, black as the imagination can make it Seeps through every pore And begins my desire to do its bidding And what comfort there be But Murder Most foul Of stained and terrified blood For mad men to feast upon And still I cannot find my way from This spine chilling howl And was it me in moonlight Drenched in red My reflection does not seem similar now But my heart races And lips drool And my throat Growls Am I cursed The hairs on my arm on down my neck Stand But is it bristle they feel For there is a scent of death and raw meat In the air I savour Murder In a bath of drooling slavering Vein pumping Slavering Madness
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