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Ghastly Note
Upon this pillow I lay my head with the crucifix dangling around me and incense burning in front of me. I wasn’t quite sure how I got there but something peculiar was happening over there, and not too far from me a basin with purified water sits orderly with a clean folded towel tucked beside it and a half fill whiskey stood up right next to it. I did not know what to make of it but I drained everything from my mind and allow nature to decipher it, and all of a sudden the thunder began to roll.
I lay myself down on this pillow staring at the ceiling above me, waiting for the night to pass to read the note that is written in the dark; it has been there for eyes to see but only one person can analyze it, for everyone to understand it. It wasn’t written by man it was written by a special hand from a distant land and delivered express before the sender breath the final breath.
Shall I breach the plan and unlock your eerie hand? Anxiety is racing around the city and liberty is trembling in long gown, how much longer shall I wait in this city and watch my people burn? Anxiety is floating around in my heels and a hideous burden is bloating my gut, you can get it done without a fuss.
Time has passed and history is cemented inside the factories and promises were made upon my victory. The three branches must meet to iron out an acceptable plan before you hand down the final decree.
Shall I breathe the air of contempt in my sleep or shall I tarry with you in the deep, time is on your side and the note is waiting inside it is sealed with blood and you have to open it before the day is done.
Upon this pillow I lay my head with a ghastly note from the city of the dead, it is time to open its and the bearer will analyze it, open the bed room door and you will see the mystery unfold.
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Christine Phillips
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