THE HOUR OF CRUCIFIXION
The hour of crucifixion
When the lights will dim low
Where will I be? Who will I be?
When the reaper comes for his soul
When the reaper comes for my soul
Where will my hope be
When there's no life in the ending?
Surviving_Pawn
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