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Through Twilight

Through Twilight

During the Eve a different calm awakens the moon.
She shudders in its tranquillity as an essence...

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Paranoia

Paranoia

(Verse One)
A million eyes stare at me with despise A million lies swarm about inside my mind...

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The hairy hand ?

Ohh my god this is gonna make you crawl
I was sleeping at my aunties house
I saw a hairy...

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Sombre

Sombre

Darkened wraith a plague on me,
Haunting dusk consistently.
In sombre laid in nightmares wake...

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Reincarnation

Reincarnation

What in tarnation is reincarnation
Could we come back as a piece of toast?
Or do you think...

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Bill Shakesfear: A Zombie...

Bill Shakesfear: A Zombie Rockopera

Just lend him your ear (he won’t take a bite);
I’d like to ask you to please read his work.
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The Eye

The Eye

Nausea as my head spins
It begins again.
This drunken feeling creeping in.
I had it...

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Cathartic

Cathartic

To define the word cathartic
It means providing psychological relief
Through expressions of...

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Blue Moonies

Blue Moonies

I was sitting in my chair one day
Not a single care in the world
A filly came by and flashed...

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MY AMAZING BROTHER MARK

MY AMAZING BROTHER MARK

This is a tale about my brother Mark
He has an amazing talent he can see in the dark
No...

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This Town Is A Mistake

This Town Is A Mistake

Have you ever heard of
A town called Mistake
Folks get things wrong
From the moment...

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Old Jackers

Old Jackers

In the dictionary beside the word 'dementia'
Is a picture of your man Jackers
The description...

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She needed her spine to tingle

She needed her spine to tingle

It's a dark night of many screams
At least that is what happens in her dreams
But she knows...

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Something's In My Closet

Something's In My Closet

There's a thing that lives in my closet
I don't dare to open the door
I've been wearing the...

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WISH YOU DIDN'T HAVE...

WISH YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO SO SOON

I've been looking for you and you never come around anymore...

You left the living twenty-eight and...

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A Hermit

A Hermit

Is Donald mentally ill, what a silly question!
There is not a single shred of evidence
That...