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BLACK SPECTRES
I'm turning to look at a misty swamp
I am feeling a bad sensation
I'm perceiving some human features
Black spectres, creatures
They're not far from me
And yet
It's too hard to see clearly
I'm perceiving some human features
Black spectres, creatures
They're walking slowly
On the tainted water
I can't move my muscles, my bones
They look at me
and increasing in speed
they stop close to me
"I'm looking at the landscape in front of me, I'm understanding that the seasons go ahead and we're still here….steady"
I just know that
I was born to picture my world
And to die
With the dread of death