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Remnants of Evil (Evil is the Victim)
Written by Fatal Dawn
Let me tell you the story of one man
The day his life was taken by a life he took
One day this man had broken his last run-in with the law.
As the police chased him tirelessly from block to block, he spot a vehicle parked in the corner of the road. Seeing his chance to escape he attempted to hi-jack the vehicle. The man fired shots into car. Forcing himself into the driver seat, he looked back. The shocked man left the car and ran as he saw the bulletsââ¬â¢ victim. An unintended target. An eight year old girl.
A young child in the car, riding on her way to church.
The childââ¬â¢s lulled face staring through the cracks in the glass.
He never forgot that face...
On that day, innocence was lost to evil.
The man was never the same after that day
When he went to sleep, he closed his eyes and saw visions
Graphic depictions...
Strange noises in his quiet dwelling
Things being broken and faint yelling
Things had occurred that he couldnââ¬â¢t start denying
He would stare aimlessly into the mirror and begin crying
He woke up with night fits, peering in the dark to see he wasnââ¬â¢t alone
He felt tremors in his bones and heard disembodied groans
Ghastly manifestations of a girl sentenced to unrest
Visions of the girl in that same hallowed dress
Months passed and the situation grew intense
Pressure immense, he began flooding his house with incense
The calm ended with the man awaking to a child's laughter
Footsteps would be heard shortly after...
Singing would become vocal when it started raining
Childrenââ¬â¢s folksong music could be heard playing
It all drove the man insane
He woke up mid-night with his breath cold
He felt her listless eyes staring into his soul
He woke up and saw what he feared to envision
A full-body, young female apparition
He ran from his bed as the girl took steps near
He couldnââ¬â¢t breathe as he was distraught with fear
He ran outside to his balcony for fresh air
And when he thought the girl disappeared
He felt tingling in the back of his hair
She stood before him
Pale was her skin
And she smiled a devilish grin
Her hair reeked with the ages
The man begged as his heart-beat rages
He felt coldness in his legs and a chill in his lungs
His thoughts grew clouded with mourning bells rung
He couldnââ¬â¢t take it and took the plunge
He jumped off his three-story balcony
He broke his neck as he screamed with agony
I say this:
Be careful what you do, it may come back to haunt you
Be careful how you sleep, they may take your breath away
Be careful what evil you do to others, because some day
You will be the victim of your own evil
Remnants of Evil (Evil is the Victim)
Written by Fatal Dawn
Let me tell you the story of one man
The day his life was taken by a life he took
One day this man had broken his last run-in with the law.
As the police chased him tirelessly from block to block, he spot a vehicle parked in the corner of the road. Seeing his chance to escape he attempted to hi-jack the vehicle. The man fired shots into car. Forcing himself into the driver seat, he looked back. The shocked man left the car and ran as he saw the bulletsââ¬â¢ victim. An unintended target. An eight year old girl.
A young child in the car, riding on her way to church.
The childââ¬â¢s lulled face staring through the cracks in the glass.
He never forgot that face...
On that day, innocence was lost to evil.
The man was never the same after that day
When he went to sleep, he closed his eyes and saw visions
Graphic depictions...
Strange noises in his quiet dwelling
Things being broken and faint yelling
Things had occurred that he couldnââ¬â¢t start denying
He would stare aimlessly into the mirror and begin crying
He woke up with night fits, peering in the dark to see he wasnââ¬â¢t alone
He felt tremors in his bones and heard disembodied groans
Ghastly manifestations of a girl sentenced to unrest
Visions of the girl in that same hallowed dress
Months passed and the situation grew intense
Pressure immense, he began flooding his house with incense
The calm ended with the man awaking to a child's laughter
Footsteps would be heard shortly after...
Singing would become vocal when it started raining
Childrenââ¬â¢s folksong music could be heard playing
It all drove the man insane
He woke up mid-night with his breath cold
He felt her listless eyes staring into his soul
He woke up and saw what he feared to envision
A full-body, young female apparition
He ran from his bed as the girl took steps near
He couldnââ¬â¢t breathe as he was distraught with fear
He ran outside to his balcony for fresh air
And when he thought the girl disappeared
He felt tingling in the back of his hair
She stood before him
Pale was her skin
And she smiled a devilish grin
Her hair reeked with the ages
The man begged as his heart-beat rages
He felt coldness in his legs and a chill in his lungs
His thoughts grew clouded with mourning bells rung
He couldnââ¬â¢t take it and took the plunge
He jumped off his three-story balcony
He broke his neck as he screamed with agony
I say this:
Be careful what you do, it may come back to haunt you
Be careful how you sleep, they may take your breath away
Be careful what evil you do to others, because some day
You will be the victim of your own evil
