Purple Clouds of Sickness

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Early mornings painted gold
Work left you in the cold
Nothing but a drowning fish
Here inside this questioning world
What is the truth
Why are there so many lies
Lost to the media's glaze
Wish we could see beyond the haze
I have a single wish
Just get through the day
It's cabin fever
Waiting for the world to be the same
Later then the world expects
Death carries so many away
The vail of sadness overwhelming
The anger erupting
Death smiling
The sickness spreading

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