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Moonlight on Friday
Are you tired of this game that you play?
Does it sicken you to fake your life everyday?
Fear not, I can show you a place my friend,
It will make you see this is not the end.
Come with me, out past the open fields of wheat,
Past all the light stops to the forest we shall meet.
The darkness will incase you, but do not fear,
There is no need to be scared, for you are here.
Look around you friend, enjoy the sight,
Can you see it, can you see my delight?
In the shadows blare eyes of a liquid gold,
Those eyes will tell you things you’ve never been told.
Slowly they emerge with bodies like beasts,
Fear shall not take you, you are not their feast.
Closer they come until they brush your thigh,
You can’t leave yet, midnight is drawing nigh.
With a tilt of their heads and a raise in their voice,
Out comes a sound, but nothing like noise.
To the great maker in the sky they send praise,
This is what they do and shall do for all their days.
Up in the sky sleeps the moon shining bright,
Illuminating the darkness that engulfs the night.
Can you now see why I have made you come?
To make your soul relax and let you feel as one.
Will you come with me and see the next time they play?
Will you meet me again under the moonlight on Friday?
Does it sicken you to fake your life everyday?
Fear not, I can show you a place my friend,
It will make you see this is not the end.
Come with me, out past the open fields of wheat,
Past all the light stops to the forest we shall meet.
The darkness will incase you, but do not fear,
There is no need to be scared, for you are here.
Look around you friend, enjoy the sight,
Can you see it, can you see my delight?
In the shadows blare eyes of a liquid gold,
Those eyes will tell you things you’ve never been told.
Slowly they emerge with bodies like beasts,
Fear shall not take you, you are not their feast.
Closer they come until they brush your thigh,
You can’t leave yet, midnight is drawing nigh.
With a tilt of their heads and a raise in their voice,
Out comes a sound, but nothing like noise.
To the great maker in the sky they send praise,
This is what they do and shall do for all their days.
Up in the sky sleeps the moon shining bright,
Illuminating the darkness that engulfs the night.
Can you now see why I have made you come?
To make your soul relax and let you feel as one.
Will you come with me and see the next time they play?
Will you meet me again under the moonlight on Friday?
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