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One night during storms of thunder, pouring rain and plans torn sunder
When I locked the doors and windows of my home that I had once adored
I had a knife of sharpest iron
Gun and ammo prepped to fire
I stood as a protector admist suburban terror en galore
But guess my shock when noises came from bedroom, not the homsteads door
I steeled myself, and prepared for war

It was not I who I protected with knife, gun, and stratigic vestments
It was my family, my grandmother, who left her strength in days before
And so when knocking came from yonder
I did not leave time to ponder
Trudging to her room with plans to save my grandmother once more
And with a kick I rended wood from panel and had no need to explore
There lay my elder on the floor

I stood in shock and wonder vast and had so many things to ask
The horror in this room was shaking me straight to my very core
I locked it all and barred it too
my paranoia served me true
So now with my own dearest grandma fallen I too did fall to the floor
I held her in my arms and looked to see what acted as deaths lure
No marks left her beauty torn

out of my proffesions grasp I reached the phone, found it, clasped
And had a paramedic rushed into the abode that once was pure
I sat awake in waiting rooms
Contemplating her stealthy doom
Untill a doctor found me, sour look turning his lips to floor
And his words flowed like blood that stained me forever more
It had been cancer, Satans whore

Why she did not tell the rest that this small monster beat her best
and left her quavering and shakey, seeing things that were no more
I played ignorant these past years
and now my grandma paid in tears
the mistakes made by people who believed themselves a friend and more
and now with coffin burried we all hurried past these days abhored
once Grandma passed by heavens door

And now i stand with years between that terror and this evenings scene
I remember with sour taste in mouth that enemy I deplore
In silence it had come again
and at my family it did rend
with little time to recover in the days after our post war
For now I stand at others beds looking at loved ones pale decor
Without a hope left to shoot for

It is not over yet you see, for one day it will come for me
But the battle field will be familier, and will not be like before
I will fight with tooth and nail
Untill my body grows too frail
for every life it took from me had left my soul jaded and sore
And with no mercy left I say to Cancer, quick and merciless, once more
I'm not the fool you take me for.