Mornings on Shift

 

In ominous darkness I rise...

What demons will I be met by?

What truth will the day bring,

What battles will I fight?

 

Troubles lurk in the corners,

Laughing as I force open my eyes,

Singing fate's great hymn,

Patiently waiting for the right time.

◄ At Least I'm Not Swinging

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