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She opens her eyes. |
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Her face is covered in blood. |
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She appears to be surrounded by twisted trees |
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In this abysmal dream. |
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Under a toxic blood red sky, |
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Ghostly clouds quickly passing by. |
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"Please! Can someone tell me, |
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This place wherein I dwell, |
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Where does it reside between heaven and hell? |
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Am i dead?" |
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But her questions merely echo away into nothingness. |
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There are voices calling her name |
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From the blackest corners of his phantasmal void. |
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"Gretel, join us! Join us! Join us in death. " |
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Malevolent entities shaped and twisted in hideous ways. |
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No mind of human kind could have architected such a infernal place. |
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Under a toxic blood red sky, |
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Ghostly clouds quickly passing by. |
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"Please! Can someone set me free! |
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I'm being held in a nightmare. |
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I'm kept in purgatory!" |
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Finally she stumbles on this trail |
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Made of candy. |
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Like a hungry bird feeding on crumbs of bread, |
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Consuming them one by one, |
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She hopes this trail of delicacy leads towards |
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A better place ahead. |
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But no, it leads her further and further into darkness. |
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It reeks of burning flesh, |
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Then the trail suddenly ends... |
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There's a dark presence lurking in the shadows. |
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It just entered purgatory |
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Because the body was cauterized within the fires of reality. |
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The spectral corpse of the clown is heavily burned. |
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Her brother's murderer has returned... |
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A stifling feeling when his charred hands take hold of her. |
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She cannot move. |
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She cannot defend herself. |
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When will this suffocating dream finally end? |
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The stench of burnt flesh becomes the smell of alcohol, |
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And when her bastard father shuts the door behind him, |
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She realizes: It was just a dream. |
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The real nightmare continues in reality. |
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There's no place like home. |
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There's no place like home. |
