

The Demons Are ComingHush my child The Demons are comin' Quiet your cries, my child The Demons are comin' Stop your breath, my child The Demons are comin' Gather your skirts We best start a-runnin'The Demons Are Coming
Run fast, my child The Demons are comin' Steadfast, my child The Demons are comin' Never tire, my child The Demons are comin' We cannot hide Them Demons are cunnin'
We be seen, my child The Demons are comin' We be heard, my child The Demons are comin' We must fly, my child The Demons are comin' They know we are out here  


Clouded EyesThe moon rose tonight and I watched with glossy eyes I prayed on every star but I doubt God heard my criesClouded Eyes
Oh how my heart aches and I'm trembling so My indecision haunts me making things tough to know
Why do things happen just as they occur Making feelings harsh pin-pricking burs
Life is given so graciously but taken so suddenly My head rushes whirling sick to a stomach gone funny
What's to say I'm so important against the ones who are gone Maybe I'm needed differently and God was listening all along &


Set me freeheart of stone rage of fire lies that burn one desireSet me free
thoughts of acid pouring down acting wicked tears that drown
knowledge of light newly given of everything you have ever hidden
walk with pride down the empty halls silencing cries as I start to fall
panicking mind of never again I mean it this time no, NEVER again
stubborn refusal with any plea finally smiling you set me free
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~the unfortunate photog
"When you photograph people in colour you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls!" ~Ted Grant
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