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Dreaming on the Precipice of the Pit of Eternity

I stand on the precipice

Of this ever darkening pit

Only one voice is heard

Screaming “Leap in it!”

 

The edges are red brick

Old and worn by time

There is no weather here

Not even air with which to rhyme

 

The screaming voice pushes

As hands upon my back

My body begins to shiver

My only recourse from attack

 

The darkness is consuming

All things that walk its path

My heart begins hammering

Seeming to come to life at last

 

Worry for my future

Remorse for my past

My time finally up

Goodbye to the light at last

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