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the future isn't always so bright
Sweet, sweet, feral stalker of night,
You leave no footprint in mud, no shadow in light.
You never are seen, never sensed, felt, or heard.
So how can you strike fear with whisper of one word?
You are what could be, what has yet to happen.
Fear of the unknown, future regret, horrors unfathomed.[/font]
You leave no footprint in mud, no shadow in light.
You never are seen, never sensed, felt, or heard.
So how can you strike fear with whisper of one word?
You are what could be, what has yet to happen.
Fear of the unknown, future regret, horrors unfathomed.[/font]
Published 23rd May 2010
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