Eternal
By FallenAngel
Sat, 18 Mar 2017
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There's creaks from the floor
There's chills down your spine
A sense of foreboding
It's the end of your time
There's frost in the sill
And ice in the hall
There's a knock at the door
For He has come to call
Your breathe fogs the air
Regret fills your mind
A lifetime flashes
You beg him to be kind
Your heart stops beating
You embrace the dark
Your body becomes still
The Reaper has left his mark
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perhaps try the old trick, it
perhaps try the old trick, it's next door you're looking for pal?
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