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03-28-03, 09:25 AM
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The Golden Chyld
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TwO WaY NighTMarE (An Evolve and MeNTiLL Collab)
IP:
MeNTiLL:
Pitch Black, Missed facts of reality, Trapped in a deep sleep My heart beats, Endless streets of hells heat give me the creeps Unable 2 speak, I can't yell, And it seems help is a mile away "Put Tha Child Away", Tha voice I hear screamin despite of my fate In light of tha day, I see a man standin, But I can't make 'em out Children R dancin but stop when they C Satan in prison 2 try 2 break 'em out... Evolve: My eyes are twitching as sleep shakes my nerves about lids are closed and dreams convey my word of mouth scream with silent shouts, a nightmare behind those bars projecting evil with a powerful touch to crush the stars sight seems scarred, a figure in a stance glancing my way picture is distorted as kids prance, dance, and play then they start to stray, Satan steps out of his cage now the siloette and i are afriad of his carnage & rage... MeNTiLL: Flames surroundin' his frame, Seems sorta like a fairy tale A scary tale, Nightmare, Now Im right here sayin' my Mary Hails Red flesh, Fire for breath, Now the kids are tearin' down God's poster What am I supposed to do? That tha mysterious man is gettin' closer No gun, No holster, Im unsure if he's a friend or foe But complications elevate, Satan chases me, Is this tha end or no? Evolve: standing in a puddle of sweat as it drops from head to toe inner terror exposed, the heat of death has never been so close the figure ahead running from the roast, approaching my presence fire & brimstone in his backround, toasting each print he steps in is this a showdown like western, or is he running to be saved? should i go in for the kill or find a different path to be paved the children laugh as he came, the moment of truth has arrived MeNTiLL: Tha hairs on tha back of my legs, Set ablaze, It's like a rage Happenin' inside tha covers of a myth, Wish I could turn tha page Ahead of me, A gun raised, Like Im runnin' toward death at a steady pace Shoes already laced, Tha distant figure and I are now standin' face to face Hard to embrace tha grace, Dunno if he's here 2 help me or end my struggle We communicate witout words, And it seems telepathically our mind form a huddle Evolve: the pain & anguish doubles as the ground shakes & rumbles at first the similarities are subtle, then i realize stare at him with pealed eyes, is it fake truth or real lies? cause i see myself in this guy, cant handle the shock & surprise this is no disguise, no illuzion, try to believe but im losing must have lost my mind, gone to hide in an elusive seclution just then i came to a conclusion, finally able to see thru the smoke the heat turned off and lungs worked without a choke it was hell trying to find myself, slit the devil's throat evil was gone with the alarm, at peace when i awoke |
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