As the dried leaves fly by
the winds caressing your hair
the whole reality seems like a lie
you continue to walk unaware
The streets are quiet and dark
the shadows following you around
it leaves on you a deep mark
slowly brings you to the ground
The heart pounds and races
sweat dripping on your brow
the eyes see never seen before faces
thinking here you reached how?
Suddenly you feel things turn
Around you there is growing slime
you see your family mourn and soul burn
as You pass into the sands of time.....
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