Everyday I see them,
All over the place,
Fire in my hand,
And blood on my face.

Nobody else seems to see it,
There’s something wrong,
I have been seeing these images,
For very so long.

I have been cursed,
With having to see these things,
Like dead bodies on fire,
And demons with bloody wings.

Wherever I look,
They are there,
Messing with my head,
Following me everywhere


 
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