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From my new book-Nightmare-Music From Elm Street

Rewrite of Black Sabbath's  current hit, God Is Dead

I  can feel him

Still out there

In a dream's darkness

Fading away all that is just and right

I have no faith anymore

In the words of my father, my brother, maker and savior

Doubtfull I will make it

Though this night

Blood innocent

Does it still run his absent conscious?

Does death still lurk?

With murder in mind

Out of the gloom

I swear I can see him

Rise from that long ago 80's tomb

Returning to seal more

Impending dreamer's doom

Now my body waits

To become his funeral shrine

The blood of a manman

It still roams free

The rain of my last acid trip

Promises ever lasting red

I taste bitter wine and angry bread

The monster's voice echos

In my head

Is Freddy alive or is Freddy is dead?

Is Freddy dead?

 Drowning screams

In his rivers of evil

Sinking into dying quicksand

We all swim

In our eternal sorrow

To escape him

We would kill, steal and borrow

If only to have

Just one more tomorrow

We are so young

Yet sinners we are damned

Ashes to ashes

Why the hell did we feel?

We had to exhume his soul

No one we can seem to trust

In a living nightmare

World of corruption and lust

The creed of the just and unjust

His horrible fiction

It has become our reality

Empty and unwhole

Souls just ripe for the picking

Will this nightmare ever be over?

Tell me

Will he remain forever a part of my fucked up head?

Will somebody give me the final answer?

Is Freddy really dead?

Is Freddy really dead?

What is your philosophy?

Can you too upon your back

Feel his dying, decaying breath?

In this transfer from man's reality

Is there any cure for this deranged mental death?

Dare we empathhize with sleep's ulimate enemy?

Is the timing right?

To join both God and Satan at my side

From this darkness can there ever come any light or sense of right?

I watch their pain

As he paints a last picture

Crimson red

I taste a bitter wine and a disgusting bread

This is the hideous riddle

Living as a second personality

Split in my head

No, somehow I'll never believe

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Give me somewhere

Somewhere to run and to hide

Let there be no more wondering

No more bleeding for him

Meeting him on the other side

Do you believe we ever held dear?

A word the good book said

Or was he always a monster?

Real or fairy tale?

Is Freddy dead?

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Right!

But still the voices in my head

They are warning me

Freddy may not  be dead

The rain of my last acid trip promises everlasting red

Hell no

I don't believe

And I never will...

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

Freddy is dead

2013 Ramona Thompson Kruger