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The Last Hour

Cursed be the evening, in which anger and despair lead to mourning perpetually under the night's chilly air To rise when the eyes see, the sun's gaze upon the earth is unwishful to one who seeks rest thousands of feet below the dirt Forsaken he is, if that's what he felt, Hung to the trusses by a belt let the moment of inexistence strike once the clock hits twelve.

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Date: 12/25/2024 12:00:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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