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We all have something to fear
It lies inside of our souls
It lies inside of our hearts
Into our brains it crawls
And starts tearing us apart

Eleventh grade is a fearsome year
They look at the teacher, and try not to shed a tear
The teachers hide behind a façade
Knowing that their inner being, is fairly odd

Walk into the classroom, have a nice glance
Once you go in, getting out, you have not a chance
There is a saying, it disturbs me so
That the beginning is fast, and the ending is slow

The teachers greet you, tell you to have a seat
Once you are seated, they plan the feast
They ready their settings, they ready their plates
The name of the meal is called, “deluxe student fate”

Once you are seated, you notice a glow
In the back closet, lie the bodies the teachers stow
Once you go in, you never come out
That is not the only thing you have to fear about

The exams are harsh, your brain gets too full
Next thing you know, knowledge starts tearing apart your skull
If you look at a textbook, you all of a sudden blackout
When you wake up, your on the teachers desk, with an apple in your mouth

You’re tied to the desk, blindfolds cover your eyes
Something in your ear whispers, “You’re going to die.”

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