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Ghost Riders in the Sky
 
Those Ghost Riders, do they
ride, in the darkness of the
sky..

They move in time with time
never ending, always riding
night after night..

They sound so loud like trumpets
blowing in all directions, coming
closer and closer to haunt your
inconsistency.

Ghost Riders, riding in the sky
they never let your mind rest
not when there around, these
Ghost Riders in the sky..

Portal opening, were in the
fabric of space and time
Ghost Riders, dimensional
entities, passing through, riding
the darkened skies tonight..

By derena

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