Prophetically calamitous dreams

The undead surrounding us like moving frequencies

There's a house or a cage

Something alright for the disturbed

In any case, the entryways continued opening

There was dependably a rupture

The risk was covering up inside

In any case, nobody could know

On the off chance that we adjust the past

The future can't develop

Running and mauling our way through trees

The rooms of my mind are scratched and unclean

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