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Strong Hold
This night I close my eyes, hopeful for a new day will arrive as I look up to the sky the smell of the blossoms touch my face. I remember the good old days as a tear leaves my eye, I hear children cry and the temperature dropping, the petals falling, the night so calling. Maybe this is my only path because tomorrow never a guaranteed, I was such a fool to think I could escape this madness. A fool to think it was a sickness, to think it was a problem, when the whole world has lost it's own marble! So let's dance to this uneven beat, to bring on the nightmares full of dreams. Can you hear me? Can you feel me? Can you understand me? If so let me hear your screams on this night of the beast! The world is ugly yet so pure, beautiful is just the allure in this Earth just like the people who run it.
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