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The Ugly
It lives in the city,
Dreaming it was pretty;
Constant sleepless nights,
And endless mental fights;
At night we hear the screams,
Bellowing from monstorous dreams;
Red eyes,
Commanding bleeding skies,
No matter how hard it tries,
No matter how high it Flies,
The Ugly cannot find the pretty...
The pretty does not live in the city,
It lives in the meadows,
Feeding off the shadows,
It is pure as evil,
As sure as the devil.
The Ugly truth-
and the beautiful lie...
Life.
A double-sided knife,
Look twice before you judge...
And never hold a grudge.
Dreaming it was pretty;
Constant sleepless nights,
And endless mental fights;
At night we hear the screams,
Bellowing from monstorous dreams;
Red eyes,
Commanding bleeding skies,
No matter how hard it tries,
No matter how high it Flies,
The Ugly cannot find the pretty...
The pretty does not live in the city,
It lives in the meadows,
Feeding off the shadows,
It is pure as evil,
As sure as the devil.
The Ugly truth-
and the beautiful lie...
Life.
A double-sided knife,
Look twice before you judge...
And never hold a grudge.
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