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The moon paints a picture of a world fast asleep,
Where all actions lack reason for this reason does keep
A great deal of secrecy…
Now why, you might ask me, is this world such a mess?
Is it floating or lurking in the thoughts I supress,
Thoughts that no one here should know?
And I think of it all as I roam through the night
For the moon shines upon me with a taunting red light
That only few can see…
And this light is the symbol of enigmas forgotten
By those that now live here, whose hearts are now rotten
To the very core…
But this light, oh, this light, it still burns in my eye
And I wish I could take it down from the sky
With a most daring plan…
I shall climb upon mountains that rise to the moon,
And bring down that light, I shall bring it down soon
For sooner is better…
Now I climb to the top with the skills that I've mastered
And I soon shall release myself from this bastard
With it's most taunting light…
But now, as I'm climbing, that red light is blinding
And the paths keep on winding
In that dreaded light…
With insanity as my reason, that reason does slip
And with it, I find I have also lost grip,
So I fall…
And one day they'll find me and see I was crushed,
Taunted by that red light, I foolishly rushed
To my death…