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In The Face Of Horror
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The Ones I Call Poetry I was just minding my own buisness,
When suddenly my buisness became my life,
I've seen lions, and I've seen lightning,
But this thing was much faster than those,
It felt like an ice bath without a fever,
My skin turned color and my blood ran cold,
The shaking only intensified,
I couldn't remember breathing,
But I remember trying to remember to breathe,
For the life of me I couldn't help myself,
The more I tried to remain calm the more I feared.
