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Horrorscope Critical moments pass, As doctrines of fools will last. I am just trying to cope, Into my horroscope. Through eyes and ears they bleed, Reciting their holy creed. Heeding but one request, The future is put to rest... Bless me in darkened days, Down to my knees I pray. I am just trying to cope, Within this horrorscope. In the wake of all frustration, I begin to loose control. Watched as the weapons fired, Bombs bursting in the air... Burned in the fields of fire! Standing in the middle of nowhere. Watched as the weapons fired, Baptized in fields of fire! Well the change is here, an' the future clear. I can feel it coming. So full of hate, its geting late! Yeah, I know its coming. When all the choice turned to just one voice, Yeah, the wind is turning. This is your horrorscope... Words laced with blasphemy,
