Not What We Think

December 11, 2011
By Anonymous

A light will go out
I have absolutely no doubt
The curtains will shut
When no one gets up
Your feet will melt
And start to smelt
The fire will come
From right under the rug
The hope we once felt
Has dwindled in years
Nothing is left
So we give our last breath
There is nothing to fear
So just fall asleep dear
And hope that the devil
Does not appear


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