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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Words From Death.

Stay put, stay here,
Be out of all the fear,
Don't run away my dear.

The day will end too soon,
You have reached your doom,
Your last waiting room.

Give in to your fate,
No time to now hate,
This you, you have shaped.

Pray now, you'll be gone,
Won't see another dawn,
Forget what you've forgone.

Time to say goodbye,
Tell them, don't be shy,
They will be sure to cry.

Last words, speak them now,
The show will end anyhow,
So its time to take bow.

Waiting with my knives,
That will end your life,
For once, you cannot bribe.

But I won't tell when I strike,
You have played with lives,
Its time you pray a price.

An end to your crimes,
Your life is now mine,
You won't steal another dime.

For now you laugh with joy,
With people's lives you toy,
But I am a little coy.

So I shall creep meanwhile,
Make your moments worthwhile,
I will launch like a missile.

And when I take you away,
You won't ever stay.
You will have to pay.

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