Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Purple Haze The purple haze that clouds my mind, the shades of gray inside my eyes, thoughts of sanity a world behind, the horrors swirl, I here their cries. Lost souls in the land of nevermore, I feel their terror and pain within, the oozing blood from an open sore, drips into a soul, the next of kin. Frightened souls and broken hearts, always passed thru generations, scared to sit down to assemble the parts, and break the lasting relation. Blurred vision of futures yet to come, it's all a cluttered maze, yet it seems so very clear to some, breaking thru the Purple Haze. Original Literature by MindCrime of BL/|DE Productions Incorporated. 03.31.94 "And the men who hold high places, must be the ones who start, to mould a new reality, Closer to the Heart." - Neal Peart [RUSH]
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