Name: The Flood
Duration: P00H04M12S
Description: A man starts receiving numerous random letters detailing violent crimes that are about to be committed. As he receives more and more letters they start to seem very familiar to him. He falls asleep one night, wakes up to see his hands are covered in blood only to realize he's the one sending himself the letters and committing the crimes.

The Flood

from If Only Minds Could Paint Pictures by The Summoned

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A man starts receiving numerous random letters detailing violent crimes that are about to be committed. As he receives more and more letters they start to seem very familiar to him. He falls asleep one night, wakes up to see his hands are covered in blood only to realize he's the one sending himself the letters and committing the crimes.

lyrics

It had come
Like the flood
Letters from a man
I've never heard of
In full detail
These grisly crimes
The innocent
Have no time
As each day passes by
A new letter arrives
More grisly acts
Confusion sets in
The unmarked sender
An unknown man
Seems so familiar
Yet so abstract
As I lay down to rest
I begin to enter this trance
Envisioning these crimes
It seems like I just can not hide
I wake up
Blood stained hands
What could have
Gone so wrong
I survey the scene
What does this all mean
Is this just a dream
Was this really me
As I reflect
On all my visions
This unknown man
Begins to take form
As these images
Become clearer
I see now
With no doubt that
I am the sender
Unaware of my crimes