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Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing.
                             As I try overcome my fears I continue
                                  to be lower into the darkness.
                             A world of evil that has no understanding
                             It seems like the devil knows my every move.
                                          I have created an evil spirit.
               A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul.
                   I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go
                                              No left or right turns.
               The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay.
                             I dream this world being perfect at one time
                                     Without one living soul on earth.
                How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air.
                        There was no corruption whatsoever this world
                                        was perfect and complete.
                                     I am searching for this world.
                     How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness.
                                 The thought of evil does not exist.
                I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman.
                               A man with one mind, one heart, one soul.
                        One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters.
                                                                                         
               
                                                                        by: T Creston
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