The young ones sing
Of life and future
As we grow older
Of death and past?
Nightmares sink in my mind
It rose from the floor
Cataclysmic downfall
The hands are chains
The feet are hooks
The eyes are black
The brain is dry
The heart is gone
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I loved this one. Thanks!
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