Wake to the nightmare
We call life
Fall to your knees
Begging please
For a glorious end
A purpose of light
Death doesn’t come
So bitterly we carry on
Fears breed death nears.
On and on to the endless blight
Wishing we could give up the fight.
Wake to the nightmares of our lives.
Evil thoughts and evil fears
Freedom of our tears
Break free believe
Death nears
The mind clears
No more tears I am happy hear
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