
I was sleepy, so I went to bed,
let I dream of the girls, who wont make me mad,
but instead I dream of the monsters,
zombies, who are walking and killing as they pleas,
and at the end, they came to me, and at that momment my eyes opend free,
I always finish the dreams at the end of my fearest dreams,
but even if I would dream longer, my dream will force me to give up stronger,
but at the end, I am the one who decides, who will give up or who will rise,
but I just let the dreams to win, because I know, that is not easy to give in,
I will took the shoot this time, but next dream, will be difrent, and noone can say that for shure,
not even you, my deadleast dreams of them all.
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