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Old 09-30-2004, 07:45 PM   #5 (permalink)
Anaphora
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Anaphora takes it up the butt!
It came in the rain, as it always seems to.
Headache, pain, when seams unglue
Dreams come true, but only if they're nightmares
That grip your life's fabric, pulling til they might tear
Reality slips, and turns real to surreal in an instant
With a terrifying imprint, turns adults to infants
It's in that moment, fear becomes embodied
and bodies, once thought safe, now seem haunting.

It's raining and the swamp is on the rise again
Bayou to some, but it's swamp to me and my men
Stationed far from French homelands with no plans
Named for King Louis, but this land is no man's
Strange spirits are claimed near this site right here it's...
Spooky to be this deep in, that's when fear hits
Local legend said when it rains, the ghosts come out
taking any living body they can run down before the sun's out
And it's begun now. Jacques felt ill and laid to rest
James came next, and soon half the troops claimed it best
to sleep, even I felt it coming on, but I forced myself awake
I fought my eyes, and finally won with the help of snakes
I'm scared to death of 'em, and imagined the place crawling thick
My eye found a stick, and I jumped yelling 'Snake!!!' like I was out of it
That's when they rose, the men were zombies
Eyes rolled back, and in a second they were on me
Responding fast as lightning I dashed into the water
Even though I had seen snakes and crocs there
But I didn't care, I was escaping death as I fled
The living dead, filling dread on down from my head
I passed snakes who looked afraid of me, terror is my eyes
Hearing behind me, the dead alive trying to terrorize
and it was working, clouds covered the full moon's smirking
They wouldn't just hurt me, and they were everywhere lurking
I finally crawled out of the muck with my luck, in a settlement
Though, afraid I'd run into the dead again I headed in
just as the rain let up, and sun came out easing the gloominess
Walked in filthy and stinking, into a room ever luminous
They thought me a lunatic, when I explained what had passed
Then laughed, saying hallucenation's an effect of rain on swamp gas...
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