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From the soft click Of metal, a reaction starts The gates of the river Styx Slam shut, their icy bars Glistening in eternal defiance. Slowly, like the seep of blood From a festering wound, It sinks in. The realization, The knowledge Of an impending doom.
The bony dice of fate Have been cast, and since Crushed to dust. Your life, Your death, your future foretold, To those who wish To sift the air, In search of things, They can;t bust gasp.
As we walk along Our corpse tossed path, We thin back
Elvis
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