The Keeper
Six in the morning the keeper came
I had no clue he would be calling
I left my home kissed my wife
Bid the kids goodbye.
On my way I heard a voice
Through the tunnels he was calling
I rose from my seat begged for mercy
But he was determined.
Number called tears are flowing
No one here to bid me farewell
Time ticking, pulse slowing,
Heart stopping cries from inside.
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