[Lyric] A Mandela Catalogue Fanpoem (Tenyearsago)

“Do not speak too much. You might accidentally reveal your fear.”

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I went and turned the cameras on
Like you had requested of me;
Through the lens, I sing this song
To tell you that it has found me.

That wretched thing has chased me home
And here I hold onto my gun tightly-
The tale I write into this tome
Will nothing but forever haunt me.

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“Nothing is worth the risk.”
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Screaming into the endless night
At that creature, watching me for days;
Please, Lord, free mе from this fright–
Now the most I can do is to pray.
I hold my gun, linger on the triggеr
And then the idea finally struck me
I could shoot this beast down before the rigor
“Mark, I already smell the fear within thee”

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“You fucking bastard!”

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Single shot fired, blood pooling
But that blood does not belong to it;
It is my blood, that is but my ruling–
That thing took my image, and I took the hit.

Now it looms over me, mocking me,
Almost laughing, although dead silent
Perhaps, now my soul is duely free,
But I still lay here fearing my assailant.

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“Nobody came for me…”