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The Tendrils of Evil
Shadows linger like tendrils in my mind
Nobody escapes the fingers of death
Rooted in your soul, planted in your being
Seeing is not always believing, it's deceiving
Captured like a picture, photo of the truth
Manipulated into reality that lies the proof
The entity behind the scenes, conspiring
Life lived unowned, the robot is tiring
Shadows never shade, shadows of your grave
The tendrils of evil are so well misbehaved
And nothing is all you can do...
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Brian Davey
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