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The sound of army boots marching upon marble tiles
that leads into a corridor near the towers
and the echoes of screaming children 
brought me to my knees and I found myself
in an unusual place staring in space

I am staring down the corridors of hell
I wake up thinking that I was dead
I must have had a bad dream for
Everything around me was surreal

I  couldn’t explain how I got from the
 the train to the square but lots of
people had gather there and a special
event was happening there, a rally was
about to begin and some people were
getting ready to sing and nightfall suddenly

Arise he spirits of the dead
awake out of your slumber
arise and join the band and
march through the street lined 
with gold and replenish your weary souls

You have been sleeping for a hundred year
while the devil is creating havoc over here
arise and come to the square, there is lot s of things to
do over here, the rapture has come and gone 
and left many furlong on the dry lawn

Pick from where you left off
 before they  throw  you in the dark
the grave has no power over you
loosen yourself to love and it will protect you
arise ye sleeping  soul, and meet me at
 the square and you will be made whole

The morning sun burst though the skies
spreading its radiance upon the earth
and filled the street with laughter as the people
were awaken from a deep slumber
morning compose a strange hymn and the people
begin  to sing, and they wrap the morning
around their waist and threw their hands in the air
and give praise.

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