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Mar 2017
I step foot in the lobby
i was just in my bed
Moon ascended up high
devils touching my head
I was sleeping in sweats
but in here im well dressed ;
**** is awfully odd
everyone looks at peace
All awaiting the call
to descend to the beast
Elevator comes down
people cramming inside
Some were not dressed as nice
and the doorman aint right ;
I think now i remember
i had wished death upon me ;
Sorry satan you mistaken i was speaking to Kami
try to leave from this place
I dont know how i came
elevator comes down
In my mind pouring rain ;
i get shoved in the box
Hits the bottom in seconds
as the doors open wide
sort of struggling in shock
i had shut both my eyes ;
when i opened them wide
I was still in my bed
sun ascended up high
Devils touching my head
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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   Azaria, Glass, Sacha, unnamed and ---
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