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What Have I Done?
I turn and look all around me. Where am I? Where is this place? How did I get here to be? In what time is this or what space? Nothing is familiar at all. Oh wait...look there is... Gone...like a fleeting call Nope...that was not his... Or could it really be? I stumble and look down. Oh lord how could I not see? "Oh why?" I ask and frown. For at my feet doth lay The face that has been Known to hold me as prey Now it 'tis missing his grin. In my hand is this knife On the ground his corpse is rotting "Oh my I have taken a life" I say as his blood I am now blotting. I look for the mirror As I know this is not what it seems As I hope for a look that is clearer I look and let loose blood curdling screams. For there on my face is a smile. His blood upon my hands This has been there ALL the while His reign of terror no longer spans. But how is this to be? For in my eye is a gleam Am I truly free? Don't know...tis nothing but a dream.
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