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The Horrid Day
written by Misery03:46 PM 7/7/04inside i'm screaming in pain
it seems like everything i do is in vain
everything i do i can't get rid of t his unholy pain
with my victims i play my deadly game
sleep in the time of day
go out and play in the darkness
for the victims their ignorance is bliss
slit the wrist the troat drink the flowing blood
at night i have my fun
when the sunlight comes i have had my fill and what happened is done
screams become a song and every day is sung
above my crypt i hear the mortals run and chatter
each day the game got sadder
losing interest of hearing humanic stories
human gloried with their boring never ending repeating story
listening to the thoughts of those about
finding nothing of importance among the human mortals
i go back ot my crypt back to the lovely darkness
and to the slumber i go
and the only harm that can happen is to dream...
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Losing interest in the human day/way. = Don't Judge unless you understand. =
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