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The Ghost On the Stage
The Ghost on the stage, blinded by rage. We all burn in the fire, of never ending hate. Who now is the liar, who now controls fate? The Ghost on the stage, trapped in his cage. No soul left, for the saving prayer. The omnipotent theft, adds a new player. Familiarity in the air, death so near. Who is there to scare, all cower in fear. Bitterness has left it's taste, of sweet death. Worship such a waste, giving away sweet breath. The Ghost on the stage, has an inner war to wage. The laughing will never cease, its knowing hold. No such thing as peace, as my heart grows cold. Lies so humble, in a world of pain. Lives will crumble, driving all insane. Genocide, sweeping the land. All have died, under the malevolent hand. What's the choice, the final decision? Who's the voice, killing with such precision? Pull away the knife, beneath the skin. What's the meaning of life, for none can win. Turn the page, for the Ghost leaves the stage. Now it's time, for this to end. The unknowing rhyme rhyme, carried on the wind. Death lurks, silently in the shadows.
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