Surreal Dream
The grim reaper casted his scythe
The hurt was real from the slit
The black smoke capped the dark of night
There's not even a glow of light
Then suddenly, in heaven's gate
I stood up to meet my fate
In silver clothing, I shone so bright
In silver hair and beard of white
But then before me was a pitfall
I walked as someone made a call
I was about to fall so deep
But then, I woke up from my sleep
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