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Dreamers are the leader
Out...of this Dream
I can still hear ''this weird scream [yonder] where there is that Beam...
Blood... of the innocent flowing Dawn...like a flooding stream.
Slipping and sliding; I stepped on their peeled skin,Human skulls scattered All-Over their brains melting better than ice cream.
Who Does This...?
Who is behind...All of this..? Because...He is Supreme
He or She...Has just made another Dream out of this Dream Spiced Up the scene like i am watching a cinema screen...Should i drop in order to fulfill the requirement to faint Nor learn [ ? ] Because i come clean.
A Dream, So...Weird with extreme lightning Dark Clouds and Thunder;
Appearing...is a men BIG as a Panda,
00:00 already , I forgot, stomach of the dead hungry,There is no Award Wining Drama that will erupt , with no advert to interrupt from this current Horror.
Did i even have to witness this sorrow,before seeing morrow.There is no face of Reality , Still ' Steal ' Dreams ' Appearing from the mirror.
This one Dream is a Thriller , A door way for another lost,famous killer an icon , more like an award winner,
Trophy will be thy skull.