So evil must die.

Tunes in my head: Grass by XTC
Atmosphere: Bloated

moonlight shines upon the darkened soul
gleams and sacrifices to the bonfire
the fiendish grin of the night's teeth
looks through and gets taken higher

in the cramped chamber breathing
comes close and comes harder
fingers pulling, breaking at the strings
echo through the mind of a martyr

the glisten of water hits the windscreen
new as falling sand on the beach
the clearing comes the goal is near
it seems within such close reach
(i take you over)

what is there to be seen in dark
nothing to the naked eye
the badge of honour is some sort of pain
but not one to decry
(i take you over)

it tastes like fear coursed in stream
and yet continues to flow the flood
it's just another dream and not as found
takes a while to be understoof
(i take you over)

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An exercise.

What do you all think this is about?