As the sun melted into the night,
My dreams desired a different sight.
A rumbling sound from the barrel outside,
Somehow made me overtired.
Tired of dreaming these ghoulish dreams,
Images from blackest night it seems.
I wish I saw heaven when I closed my eyes,
But nothing is presented but heathen lies.
A world full of strangeness,
In front of this mind.
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