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Reoccuring Dream
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Spontaneous An atmosphere so soft at first
but then turns cold when I see the hearse
The air is foggy
Thick with blood
And then the floor begins to flood
People crying
A preacher trying
To recapture my life
A grave with flowers
It suddenly showers
The organ's playing
People are praying
Not knowing I am here.
I let it all out
and finally shout
"Wait! Stop the music!
I'm not dead
Don't let the worms feed off my head!"
I awake covered in persperation and tears
Reoccuring fear.
