Tweet from the cage I hear,
blood is the common fear.

The sound on the edge of heaven,
minutes left are seven.

Trippin', fallin' down low,
my Angel, you're too slow.

All the colors are turning one,
black is the on you'll see run...

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In darkness I am,
glad you don't have a cam.

For 'Dark' is my chair,
so don't you dare.

Go call me super odd,
at my side is God.

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"No reason is makes,"
your smile just fakes...

The golden sun shine,
which gives power,
takes the thoughts of mine,
like a freezy shower.

My thoughts are running,
running and stunning!
The sunshine it's longing,
the gold it's belonging!

Up the tree grows,
wistle from the windy blows.

A leaf in the wind,
the wood you were to kind'.