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It Was Not the Wind; It Was Not the Light

Playing tricks?
I think you're just making up shit
so you can feel safe when the dark
surrounds your bed and you know
this is how it'll probably end.
I am sorry you could not put this to bed
You are squeamish, just try to relax instead
Who are we to question the darkness
surrounding the streets when we're all asleep?
Feel the shadows consuming me.
It's time you learned of evil,
because it knows everything about you.
And it knows you smell like fear.
Courage is fear that has said it's prayers.
Written by knifesalesmen
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