At the end of the
rainbow is a land so fair, there are animals with long blonde hair, the grass
is green, the sky is blue
You have good
fortune in whatever you do
The water shines
with a crystal shine it blinds me when it hits my eyes
It is a land of magic and it is a land of woe
For there is a
presence that threatens the soul
What the presence is I do not know
All I can tell is that it is dark and cold
The land turns into a desolate waste as the
darkness approaching haste
Everything good turns bad and everything happy
turns sad. I can not tell what has taken
hold
I turn and but there is no rainbow
Every truth turns to lies. Every animal sacrificed
What it is I can’t
tell
All I know is it
looks like hell
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