my first rhetorical insight
i just let it flow no editing

freedom in a land full of dread
with clouds that cry tears of red
searchin for your fears
while they constantly near
sneaking up behind you
and you don't know what to do
here they come, its to late
its time for you to meet your fate
you stop to turn and face your villian
but can't take your eyes off all the killin'
slowly your life flashes before your eyes
then you wake from your dream as your idol dies
you look down to see the blood soaked knife
and can't believe you've taken a life
you turn the knife around, handle out
and stab yourself with a shout
you couldn't live with the sin you comited
as you bleed into the seater that your mother knitted

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