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The spirit of dream
The spirit of Dream
Megala man
Scratching that itch
Not that of a lower level man
Can wipe out a universe
In the moment The moment of a twitch
Too ra loo ra loo ral
Too ra loo ra li
The healthy of lean
Le fat the tip of hooray
Falling sideways
What is the writing drug
Why do poppies eat promise
Trying to keep up
Even the deck
With desperate desire
Forgive that which does not own you
Seraphine
You crave darkness
People don't believe it
When the bad guy wins
Gripping a tear
Dawn of the apocalypse
Eyes shooting spears
Sucked in by the smell of gold
Caught and tortured
Wreckless soul
They don't sleep at night
The night rebels
To change the face of the day
To a nightmare
Of whistles and bells
Ringing tolling
Waking up hell..
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Greg Slode Smith
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