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| are you ready to face your future? |
| a head on a stick on a stick |
| pushes open the basement door |
| crack of light shining out |
| like a broken lilted sun |
| crawling out of a hole |
| for the first time in ages |
| and crumbling to the ground it chokes |
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| are you ready to see your past? |
| a broken man a broken man |
| lying on the ground in pieces |
| the mouth opens all the way to grey |
| and a thousand angels fly out |
| look to the left and scream |
| and their wings tear off |
| and crumbling to the ground they choke |
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| are you ready to live the present? |
| corpses littering littering |
| your basement floor bleeds from the carpet |
| and the rats emerge |
| and chew up the bodies |
| they scurry off to the side |
| and turn into broken toys |
| and crumbling to the ground they choke |
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