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In my place

To enter into my world

close your eyes for a second

fill your ears with laughter

and picture a green pasture

filled with long grass and tall trees

create a perfect blur sky above it

then make perfect white clouds just below it

now picture a city tall and grand

with people and street lamps and cars and such

now it's being overrun by sand

flames the size of great buildings

burning the green to a wasteland

dead bodies strewn about the floor

a tap tap tapping at your bedroom door

a large axe crashing through the wood

you get up, run, and jump right out the window

you're falling now, through the empty black sky

you don't know how to save yourself, then suddenly a light

appears before your very eyes, then wham!

you hit the floor, you don't know how you survived

living in this burning wasteland is your life

surviving in it is your strife.

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ricardo-jimenez
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Published
Mar 20, 2010
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