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His mind is clouded with black judgement.
Fear of what was and what could be...
I am the sad prophetess,
seeing only the dark and evil that is to come...
It's the dawn of the day we surrendered;
forever lost in time's old vaults...
Sunshine, butterflies;
not as nice as my love's eyes...
The sun creased the sky,
but why...
And like a snake, one day it grasped me and bit. |
Broken, torn, life ripped at the seams; |
If ever I am bleeding, |