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An evil dream

Takes him without prevention

He couldn’t run away or even fight

Images of himself walking the pat

That leads into his mind

His hands and legs refused to move

When he was cornered by his dream

After midnight

Shouting in the shadows

He will prayWaiting for tomorrow

He felt the heat

Of the sacred fire

Taking him from darkness to light

His hands were still shaking terrified

The shout was loud ’n’ clear

He’s still asking to himself

How long the death will play this game

After midnight

Shouting in the shadows

He will pray

Waiting for tomorrow