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I'll be on my way, he said |
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As the knife quivered in his eye |
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I laid down my heavy head |
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The screaming wall began to cry |
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You lost your last hold on your flimsy mind |
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You know you've done it now |
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I turned my head and looked behind |
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At the blood welling from his brow |
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The harlot slowly crossed her legs |
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Vanished into a drowning child |
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Forty rows of angry spikes |
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Each one through a squiggling limb |
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The glass faces of the frigid mares |
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Dragged and sheltered in the wind |
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The cold draught brought the stench of pus |
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The boil bubbled on his flesh |
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The grey mist wafted in |
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Undulating, shrouded all |
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I was walking up the endless steps |
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Oozing purple from the cracks |
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Blazing Betelgeuse lit the way for me |
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Laser heat transmit my soul |
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The pressure force forced me on |
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To the long knife at the end |
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The wave rocked by brain |
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Crashing, smashing, all wrong |
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Lighthouse beam cross the black waste |
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Split the black till it was dawn |
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My mind returned to that stale room |
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That head took all his brain |
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Slowly, slowly it died away... |
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Would I ever be the same? |