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My dreams that seemed to get mangled up with the real world...in the day of today when your dreams can become your reality...but no...that's not what im talking about...what i'm speaking of are nightmares...the scary dreams of our future that hold the truths of the days to come...the dooms of our fates...the out comes of our lifes...the streets dark...the murders even more brutal then we could even imagine...but not by us...no its done by them...by the ones we dont speak of...by the darkness on the streets...by the evil that was relased from pandora's box many ages ago that has only now made it to us...some how we managed to survive it...yes this is why the streets are dark...no one lives in the light...for in the light they will spot us...in the light we shall die in our harsh cold fates...but we feel it comming...if one of us falls victims...the others run...every man for him self a man full of wisdom once said...and he was wise...he may not have lived in our time but he must have senced it comming for we needed his infinet knowledge...to save us...from It...from whats really out there...no one who has lived to see this evil thing...this evil creature rather has ever lived to tell...but one...and hes long since gone...he offed him self seconds after he got away...he yelled that it was too terrible to describe and that even if he could he wasnt sure there were words mean and cruel enough to tell of what he had been through...we rested in scedual...one at a time and the rest circled the peacefull sleeper...but if we felt the cold wind of terror comming we would scream to wake him up...however if he didnt awake...well he was as good as dead...but I can feel it...a day when the sun shall arise and the evil shall return to rest and we can start anew...but untill then we are still on the run...

Maniac Strange

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My dreams that seemed to get mangled up with the real world...in the day of today when your dreams can become your reality...but no...that's not what im talking about...what i'm speaking of are nightmares...the scary dreams of our future that hold the truths of the days to come...the dooms of our fates...the out comes of our lifes...the streets dark...the murders even more brutal then we could even imagine...but not by us...no its done by them...by the ones we dont speak of...by the darkness on the streets...by the evil that was relased from pandora's box many ages ago that has only now made it to us...some how we managed to survive it...yes this is why the streets are dark...no one lives in the light...for in the light they will spot us...in the light we shall die in our harsh cold fates...but we feel it comming...if one of us falls victims...the others run...every man for him self a man full of wisdom once said...and he was wise...he may not have lived in our time but he must have senced it comming for we needed his infinet knowledge...to save us...from It...from whats really out there...no one who has lived to see this evil thing...this evil creature rather has ever lived to tell...but one...and hes long since gone...he offed him self seconds after he got away...he yelled that it was too terrible to describe and that even if he could he wasnt sure there were words mean and cruel enough to tell of what he had been through...we rested in scedual...one at a time and the rest circled the peacefull sleeper...but if we felt the cold wind of terror comming we would scream to wake him up...however if he didnt awake...well he was as good as dead...but I can feel it...a day when the sun shall arise and the evil shall return to rest and we can start anew...but untill then we are still on the run...

Maniac Strange