Eleventh Dream Day
The Death Of Albert C. Samson
He walked through the ironBurned bushes behind him.In the quad citieshis throat felt like sand.So he bought some beerand then killed the grocery man.Albert C. SamsonHe washed his handsin the cool cool water.Albert C. thought about his father.The one he never knew.The one he proved everything to.He popped the taband he left the scene.Drove for hours and hours and hours and hours....It all felt like a dreamHe took the exit left to Wright townlooking for an old deserted barn.Well the town woke uplike never before.The people of Wright townthought they'd live this daylike the one before.Letras de cancionesTheir town was host to a killer at large.They grabbed their bibles and guns.This all went onfor days and days.Albert C.'s head ina mad, mad swirling haze.Laughing at the town's whole charadeAlbert C. knew this barn would be his grave.The colored sun chairslined the street.Cameras like starsblinked like Albert C.'s heart beat.Loud sharp heat filled his headtraveling faster than the news....Albert C. was dead.buried beneath the blastby his own hand he was saved at last
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