A Lark or a laugh, a web of deceit,
creature creep while you lay asleep
It lurks under the bed, it’s in your head
be very careful, you could wind up dead,
Sky be rain, shadows fall
heads will roll if you stand too tall.
Slice or slither, cut like butter
wings flap away with a little flutter
Telling lies, so the story flies
a bitter widow rarely cries
Guns of sponge, bullets of plastic
bounce then blind as if shooting elastic
Dreams of reality, they could be true
Black and white, vicious dogs chew
Eat your heart, bite your leg
grind your bones, break your neck.
Is it true?, wildly free,
fantasyland or in your dreams?
Is it real, is it fake?
is there a sword in the lake?.
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