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zaoman32
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Across these fields I run
tips of green brush by
wind rushing past my face
the sky cloudy and blue
turning my head back
the shadows close in
their taunting fangs
clawed hands for my throat
tripping and falling
my sight blinds itself
my legs trip themselves
carry on and reach
pursue what lies ahead
forge a new sight before
until my lungs burn
until my eyes water
until I see a new sky
bright with wonder
the shadows behind me flee
my eyes weep at the glory
a new life over taking
stepping into the meadows of heaven...
tips of green brush by
wind rushing past my face
the sky cloudy and blue
turning my head back
the shadows close in
their taunting fangs
clawed hands for my throat
tripping and falling
my sight blinds itself
my legs trip themselves
carry on and reach
pursue what lies ahead
forge a new sight before
until my lungs burn
until my eyes water
until I see a new sky
bright with wonder
the shadows behind me flee
my eyes weep at the glory
a new life over taking
stepping into the meadows of heaven...