When I was a child, I used to go to sleep, in the darkness.
And I would wake up, in the middle of the night.
And I could see everything.
Looking at the Shadows on my stucco ceiling...
I could see how the small demons danced, as cars came by, and Illuminated them.
I heard the thunderous Roar of Hell, ready to take me, whenever the freight train came by.
And the clouds...
They never looked quite right.
I thought something might force me up there, take me away, forever.
Instead,
I spent most of my time safely locked in the basement.
When I was a child, I used to go to sleep, in the darkness.
And I would wake up, in the middle of the night.
And I could see everything.
Looking at the Shadows on my stucco ceiling...
I could see how the small demons danced, as cars came by, and Illuminated them.
I heard the thunderous Roar of Hell, ready to take me, whenever the freight train came by.
And the clouds...
They never looked quite right.
I thought something might force me up there, take me away, forever.
Instead,
I spent most of my time safely locked in the basement.
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