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when u enter this realm that noone else shall
it becomes obvious how this world is hell
like the devil falling down the wishing well
in this land call a city where murderers dwell
everything that people think is sinfull
is done by everbody in this world of ours so distraught
the chances of normal people surviving heres is nil
bcuz this is where murders r done w.o a 2nd thought
n when thers nowhere to run n nowhere to hide
it becomes obvious the reaper is on the other side
because soon u will die just like everyone else
in a land where most people mostly think of themselves
colors r familys n drugs , stress releif
n never go into the wrong turf to deep
the land where guns n sirens make it unable to sleep
it the place i call home n this place i shall keep
so welcome to the underground
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there i did not die
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