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Introduction In a time after depression, at a place where the world seems to stand still in time, at the end of a long metal road that has been covered in rust our story begins with a family. The Collars as the mailbox reads. Some might say that their life is somewhat magical. That it was a witches doing to why a road would lead directly to their house but no one knows where this road will lead out for it extends for miles with no other roads crossing its just desert, and the road of rust. Ou...

My dream wakes me up inside of it, And I hear myself calling my name. Everything is real, but the possibility is endless, I try and yell my name back and realize I have no vocal cords, I open my mouth but there is no function to make sound. The surroundings are familiar to me for it is the room I laid to rest in but when I open the door the world I know its a different place Not the place I call home. Its a church With many followers who stand in attention to their priest, I can see his lips ...

  In Shackles I lay without a care, Out in the cold darkness I stare   Out in the field I know they dig my grave, Running from myself only to becaome a slave.   Trying desperataly to break from these chains, as I look up in torment at what my life reigns   I want to run so far but everytime I try they put up walls, The main obstacle is me standing there making me fall   A wikid old man haunts my dreams feeding my head with lies, This man is me trying to jerk tears fro...