The Man From the Past

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The Man From the Past

I sat amongst a crowd

Of heavy smoking people

In the basement of a church

Beneath the heavy steeple

Telling jokes that were not funny

And asking me for money

It was there that I first saw him

Beneath the lowly shade

He wanted once to kill me

And bury me for dead

And now it’s he that haunts me

Deeply in my head

He saw and recognized me

In the shadow he remained 

We did not speak a word

Or say each other’s names

I turned and ran so quickly

I fiercely ran away

From the man who wants to kill me

From the man who holds my grave 

And so it was my past returned

And gently I escaped

From the man from the past

As I now walk away

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