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Woke up in a inhibited world,

winds picked up hurricane type,

wind almost lifting me out of my site,

why did I not get tossed

dont know why,

seem to have trouble moving

but yet I was not flying around in the air,

temperature rose, humidity at its peak,

a red planet was the first to think,

deserted lands, broken homes, cars exploded,

papers in the soil, all full of loneliness,

winds blows and moves all about the horizon,

cars begin to be in motion,

small noises you tend to hear,

getting close to the tower

with the only light to be seen,

the range is decreasing the voices rising,

stadium might seems to be line up

in that avenue I think,

range no more

you are up close,

dead souls screaming to be free,

flesh burning terrible sense,

flesh falling part,

goblins laughing,

skeleton protecting the gates,

flames and flames picking up,

a person with no face,

flesh separating form his bones,

giving a hand come my son,

you seem to tremble,

you might be cold,

I cant fix that so nothing can be wrong,

toss you to the flames of dark souls

you can come

-che