The sunshine on my face,

And words I can embrace,

Fronds of endless leaves,

What does it really mean?

It doesn’t feel right,

It’s too good to be true.

With dawn’s pale light,

Shining bright, yet untrue.

Is this world really perfect?

Is this world really fine?

Is this all a simple tune?

Or will it defy?

The bloody light on my face,

And screaming words I can embrace,

Fronds of dried out leaves,

What does it really mean?

With the blood-red sun,

Shining bright above my head,

I can sense the death,

And the corpses of meth.

Now the truth has been revealed,

Underneath the lying plants,

A pearl red as blood hides,

Unraveling it’s plans.

The world turned upside down,

Zombies emerging from the ground,

Teardrops falling red at dusk,

Dreams now nightmares,

Sticking out a tusk.

I took the road less traveled by,

And that was a

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