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Father watches over me,
My every move I know he sees,
Denying my divinity
Inside this cell the watchful eye,
Will lead me to where I shall lie,
I hate these walls, and he knows why.
Give in.
Cannot bear to see my face,
Weaken.
Must find a way to slow this pace,
Beacon.
This life turned into such a waste.
Forgotten lies, truth disguised.
The fable said we would be wise.
Down the hall, new victim cries.
Miss the days, back in the prime,
In my head, that nursery rhyme,
We're not alone, he's father time.
Run! I cannot run.
Hide! Please tell me why.
How could I let it pass me by?
Approaching now, my mouth turns dry,
Displace my gaze into the sky,
Stand up, now it's time to die.
- WetDog
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