Fear the Quagmire
He has come again
and I am powerless to keep him away
Yeah I desire to hear his voice
yes I know he only speaks lies
Even though they smell like death, I listen
I and he become as one, cursing the groumd
The same ground that supports my step
the same ground where I slept
That dreaded quagmire that shall bring me down
which holds my foot from solid ground
I listen and the why
has forever evaded me
So I tell thee now
fear the quagmire meant only to pull you down
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