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A dream

As your face melts in front of me onto the floor you have destroyed my decor, I am begging for more , i forgave you, Now i hear bodies drop to the floor. That makes me feel good to my core , let an angel burn if they knock on my door ,I'm behind the door on the floor now let the blood pour from my eyes, Now what a beautiful decor that made me bleed more, Now i see floating brains upon the sea shore, I think one of them is mine. I pick up one i start to feel my senses tingle , My skin starts to burn ,my soul starts to fade away, my spirit starts to laugh, Now the lights are out i go back to my dimension where i once was happy, where i once died , Where i once cried dead people are always afraid to die.

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