The Dawn Of Terror
The life of the unknown wakes me up
Andterror strikes alone,
It is the darkened array of exits, dawn of terror,
With no options,
If some life that is given, entitled is taken away,
And changes are taken as defeat, as inveitable,
As the mother of all truth, infallible,
Would you fight or die,
Depending a miracle,
Asking forassistance,
Your fading mortal world in danger,
Call 911 but the bullet has already pierced you heart,
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