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Walking into this crowd I felt concern

Seemed like my life just took a bad turn

My safety I feared from deeply within

My mind saw the devil with his evil grin



Evil manifesting into a riotous crowd

I could see myself in a burial shroud

Lying cold and dead before my time

Along with others still in their prime



The crowd grew mean and trouble started

I knew then I should have quickly departed

However that time was gone, and fate was there

In my heart I felt nothing but grief and despair



People dying quickly all around me

The entire mob hell bent on a killing spree

I saw the devil's glare in everyone's eyes

Smiling contentedly with everyone's demise



Lifeless people dropping one by one

I hoped this slaughter would quickly be done

Then the pain, and darkness I could see

The Last Man Standing sure wasn't me



Then I awoke in a bed of cold sweat

My body and brow completely wet

I knew I woke shouting and screaming

Happy as hell that I was only dreaming