Hour 7: Horror Story

Normal is a cobweb
A zombie a tomb
Normal sedates people
Who without knowing it
Rot in concrete cells of normal

Run from normal
Fear that unsettling illusion
That barren tree in darkness growing no fruit
That madman murdering your children

Oh, the only cure
For a world yearning
For normal
Is your hoarse throat
Croaking croaking croaking
At the window
“Nevermore!”

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