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Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows 
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain

Listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way

Slither Slider Sludge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of light a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day

We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight 

His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay

Begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear, the child heart crying
I had to let him stay

my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols

And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad

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