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by B.C. Dodge

In a no man’s land…
thousands of miles from the world I once knew
voices ring loud; void of all sensitivity.
Hate is bread with every seed planted in my head.

These ghosts float past me
trickling through the hands of fate
drivin’ by their lies and greed
I lock them out with my hate

Stay away from what stands before you
don’t come near this empty shell
cause one step closer and hate will have you
and drag you down into hell

Screaming souls lost in self pity
who is lost me or them?
Isolation is my escape
who is lost me or them?

Stay away from what stands before you
don’t come near this empty shell
cause one step closer and hate will have you
and drag you down into hell