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Terror On a Clock's Face
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Robed figures begin inscribing
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my name on the epitaph,
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as I kneel,
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always alone, always in pain,
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withered here,
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waiting.
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Do I end this life,
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and deprive them of their right?
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Terror on a clock's face.
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Aloof mortality is distances away.
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As my enchained arms  
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prepare to forfeit
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for my written words,
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before a God
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whom I incriminate
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as the blasphemer of my Dreams.
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16 Feb 07

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Not a clue what you're doing here, sorry.
 — Isabelle5

isabelle's right. it's a bit much
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