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Death is coming
Somebody famous once said
That people aren’t afraid of being dead
They’re afraid of being forgotten
Whilst their bodies decompose smelling rotten
That is a lie
I know because I spy
People are afraid of the unknown
Afraid of what they haven’t been shown
No one knows what happens for sure
Just know when you die their is no door
Like when you’re asleep for hours witho...
Tuesday 3rd November 2020 1:35 am
The monster
You don’t know about the anger and rage
Which has mutated and grown with age
Only let loose when I engage
In the booth or on stage
Normal people are able to contain and control
(We’re all a bit psycho)
But normal people hold it in their subconscious
Only coming out in hallucinations when they’re unconscious
Grown with time the rage has become monstrous
Constantly li...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 5:14 pm
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