there is to be
a noise in the distance
that trampels
the dreams
that go unforgotten
you can hear
hoofprints
that cascade down
the ceiling
of my fortitude
into my soul
un like
the cleanseing rain
not knowing
for if i wake
what the day will bring...
and the night mare glows white in the light of the Son.
The night mare of reality put fear in my soul.....
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