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I'm hallucinating zombies heads twisted Blood spread on the floor, it's slippery Should I attract these creatures instead? Soon before they turn, better hurry I stepped out unnoticed, it is too dark Only some pair of green round lights I froze the moment I heared them bark Oh Lord! This nightmare, worst bites The faces of these beasts covered blood Felt like I'm pushed to edge of a grave Mine blood they tasted, last breath, dead I prayed angels to hold me and save Are my pledges thrown into this pit? Are the chameleons smiling at this wit?
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
The Truth Behind (Sonnet)
I'm hallucinating zombies heads twisted Blood spread on the floor, it's slippery Should I attract these creatures instead? Soon before they turn, better hurry I stepped out unnoticed, it is too dark Only some pair of green round lights I froze the moment I heared them bark Oh Lord! This nightmare, worst bites The faces of these beasts covered blood Felt like I'm pushed to edge of a grave Mine blood they tasted, last breath, dead I prayed angels to hold me and save Are my pledges thrown into this pit? Are the chameleons smiling at this wit?
Redemption - XII The truth behind metaphorically defines the feeling inside my mind after all these ******* up issues. The people pretended to love you spits straight at your face when the fire is still burning.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
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