One of my earliest memories is a dream I had. And that makes it legit because it wasn't something I could have been told when I was much older. I remember being in my living room at my old house and we were all sitting around waiting for my mom to go to work. Then I heard these really loud crushing footsteps. I tried to hide under a sofa chair. Next thing I know I'm in the basement, and the steps are still coming, and I can see the shadow coming down the stairs, and then I see the massive feet and legs making their way down the stairs... and then I wake up.
I don't remember much, but I still have that silly memory kicking around.
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I have faith in a few things - divinity and grace
But even when I'm on my knees I know the devil preys
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