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About This Poem
Twilight's Decent
In twilight's decent to madness
the shadow of death dwells
after the clock rings out the last chime of twelve
destiny has taken everything quite well
no more sounds will be heard from small beds
fate has cast it's shadow upon the last one's head
the silence is loud enough to make one deaf
but it is the last one left standing who longs for death
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