The hands of the reaper
Wrap themselves around my throat.
Vomit-inducing asphyxiation.
Deafening bells of death,
Ring loudly in my ear.
Ringing, Ringing -
Like the pearl of heaven's gates...
Like the alarm clock,
The one that awakens the already conscious body,
The one that has no job,
But to warn me of the time.
The time to come,
The time to die.
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