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Can we look at death as beauty?
Will that conceal our fear of fate?
Do we await a day of amargendon?
Or is that my mind just running late?
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Based on a dream I had.
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Trapted in confines of me, myself and I
Weaving delusions into the fabrics of my mind
A little girl hidind behind evil eyes
A wish to pause, fast f..
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What's to come is fatal
A darkened sunrise after a flowers bloom
What's intimate is imagined
A right of passage into an empty room
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