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Deathtime
The heat from the night
breaks the sweat.
In my face and with
distaste.
I am ice cold.
Shivers runs the spirals
suede.
Crystallized are my
thoughts.
Freezing my memories
inside my head.
What to ever is left for
my sins in the land of
forever.
I will burden the
carrying of my cross.
From one specific time
to point me in the
direction of another.
Craving the death of
mine to be sudden.
I doubt much for a must.
Because, with whom
the who???
Will I have to beg my
mercy.
To score a really great
one in a dEatHtImE
bargain.
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