Columbus wrote of awful things, as he fortook the seas
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And many men have spoke of doom, aboard the Flight 19
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The devil's home, some do preach, a force beyond this world
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A secret time, that's part of us, a place that is no good
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Explain the missing men, lost throughout the years
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And all the missing planes, snatched from out of the sky
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The triangle, the legend lives, a tale for all to read
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An unknown force, that makes us trust,
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The horrors we can't see
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And what of the soldiers? Astray from their ships
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As over 100 are gone
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For where are the answers, to all that is "odd"?
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Turning all science undone
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Has alien life, within our time, marked the planet Earth?
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Do UFO's come and go, lighting up our sky?
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Do they search and steal, for their own world,
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The bodies of our kind?
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And do we know, just who to trust,
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What's real, and what are lies?
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The sea erupts, the sky goes black, the air is numb,
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The wind is full, but can't we see, are we blind?
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Some time has passed since the last tale,
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Of the triangle's disease
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But as before, the doom will fall, unto the haunted seas
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The triangle!!!
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Is this the porthole through time?
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Is this the center of mind?
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For what has caused this to be?
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For now the other world sleeps,
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But just how soon 'til the unknown returns to feed?
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The Triangle
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Deceased |