Psycho

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Clouds darken the blue skies

Shaming us all to death

Ash breathing through the lands

Rotting away life as we know it

Rivers of blood gently passing by

As the dead souls creep out

Wanting to eat us alive

Corpses lay aside

Eyes lay awake

Staring one way

To the creator of it all

The Earth crying in pain

Shaking in its up roar

Earthquakes can't move the pain

Volcanoes shooting

Screaming

Will This Be My End?

Nature comes into play

Battling for its life

Tornadoes covers the breeze

Hurricanes towers the reminds

Whirlwinds cover the rest

The Earth comes to complain

Why must I cry?

You all were created

For one task only

When the dwellers define me

You place them into check

So why must I still be in pain?

Didn't you find them yet?

They looked high and low

Around the edges of the place

Yet that one dweller alive

On this trembling Earth

Is just a little Psycho

At the center of this space

The confused little Psycho

Just wanted a friend

But everyone ignored her

So she had them all dead

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