DREAMING

by Glad Wise   Mar 14, 2008


Danger slowly approaches near,
Rhythmic beats quicken from fear-
Early death is inevitably clear.

All is silent, all is still
Morning awakens, Nightmares kill

In a state of trepidation
Nostalgic thoughts of salvation,
Ghastly scenes of extermination.

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