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In the darkness of this moon Mist it rises This carcass looms. Wakened eyes, where is my mind? Cheery lies vocalized to soon. But still I rise, Dead feet do drag And weathered hands do light this *** Descending down the dreary land I cross the fog with teary-gag But on the line where eyes discern The atmosphere meets horizon's turn Another cycle gone and burned, Something new comes, pondered, learned. I lose the weight My shoulders burdened I feel them lift up off my soul One after other, My body's limbs Do dissipate with ***** winds When sun does choose to show it's face My own is gone, My soul's in place To you my friend, With hopes demised: Happiness Is not a race.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Zombie
In the darkness of this moon Mist it rises This carcass looms. Wakened eyes, where is my mind? Cheery lies vocalized to soon. But still I rise, Dead feet do drag And weathered hands do light this *** Descending down the dreary land I cross the fog with teary-gag But on the line where eyes discern The atmosphere meets horizon's turn Another cycle gone and burned, Something new comes, pondered, learned. I lose the weight My shoulders burdened I feel them lift up off my soul One after other, My body's limbs Do dissipate with ***** winds When sun does choose to show it's face My own is gone, My soul's in place To you my friend, With hopes demised: Happiness Is not a race.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
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