A feeling that’s uneasy,
Has been creeping slowly in
It’s in the air and floating ‘round
A drumming evil din
And with it comes an unsure note
That something isn’t right
Approaching from the shadows
Like a fog moves in the night
Waiting for its presence
Brings an illness to my head
Anticipation draws it close
In resurrection from the dead
Shall I strike first and kill it?
Burn it up and throw it out
Extinguish it before it grows
And taints my mind with doubt
It is the spawn of others
And is loved by someone too
But its threat to me is relevant
My instincts say what I must do
This life will not be happy here
If foreign powers have their way
So when the snake crawls in my bed
I’ll calmly walk away
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