Last Call
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The final hour is getting near. The time is getting close, I fear. Footsteps at my door I hear; Time to pay for life so dear. I want to flee, but its too late; My soul is in the grip of Fate. I close my eyes, take one last breath And feel the cold, cold hands of Death. Slowly now I drift away Into an eerie time and space. I cry out but no one hears In this lonely, strange new place. Blackness closes all around. No longer can I see or feel. The last thought slowly echoes out: Am I a dream, or am I real?
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