| He came home with trembling bone and spoke:
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| «Evil roams the sea!»
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| I caught a glimpse of something I describe as witchery
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| They must think I am weird. |
| My wife and daughter upset by
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| What they hear. |
| As we go to bed, I kiss my loves goodnight
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| Then close my eyes to forget. |
| Soon a lucid dream! |
| The room
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| Around me shifts into a bleak and dismal scene
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| Once my consciousness has vanished deep within my mind
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| The first thing I realize is taking a severe beating from
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| Someone in the middle of the night. |
| Between the shocking
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| Fragments of cold fists ponding on my face, I can see a man
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| Wearing a black hat causing harm upon me. |
| While he’s laughing and punching
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| simultaneously, I manage to grab his
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| Throat with both hands and push him over to the left side
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| Where my wife sleeps at night. |
| Grabbing the knife on the
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| Pedestal cupboard, not thinking twice. |
| And I stab into his
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| Face until both eyes liquidize and facial bones collapse
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| Haphazardly in anxiety I maim his face extremely
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| And still he’s laughing loudly
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| His clothes look rather old; |
| a stench like dead things
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| And a ragged captain’s coat. |
| This dream is so ghastly and
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| Surreal. |
| So many stabwounds, sixty, maybe more
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| His face simply shattered while blood decorates the floor
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| Then there is this sound like a snarling hound
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| I leave the room to look around. |
| It guides me to my
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| Daughter’s room. |
| Her door is locked. |
| I am terrified of what I
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| Might find behind. |
| So quickly I climb the stairs to the old
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| Attic and find my double-barrelled shotgun. |
| Ammunition
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| The weapon’s loaded. |
| I need this nightmare to be done
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| Done!
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| I break down the door forcefully
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| A vicious false dog is what I see. |
| And still he’s laughing
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| Loudly. |
| It’s not my child for this beast seems foul and wild
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| Two close ranged shots, still alive
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| Brutally finished with the knife
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| Now guess who’s gargling closely behind me
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| I turn around and again I am just an inch away
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| From that face I carved up previously
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| Still laughing… Suddenly…
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| Thank god I am awake!
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| Laying in my bed, covered in sweat
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| The horror I have seen, was just an awful dream
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| Clouded is my sight, finding bloodstains on my hands
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| As I rub my eyes. |
| No! |
| what have I done?!
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| My wife besides me, still alive, but her face is simply gone
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| Beauty has been maimed by my hand, disfigured
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| Our kiss will never be the same
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| Now where the fuck is my little girl?!
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| And a dead hound is not what I found
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| Bloodstains on the wall
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| There’s my daughters corpse
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| Slaughtered on the ground!
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| One last kiss upon my wife’s trembling hand
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| Before I shoot her through the head
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| To set her free from this misery
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| Imagine the shotgun standing upside down
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| With the barrel in my mouth
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| The sighting was a portent of doom and the
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| Consequence definitely macabre
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| And before my last tear hits the soil I… |