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by Kronborg 

Posted: 01 February 2006
Word Count: 44
Summary: A poem about a man's final hour


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My world enchained in tears dies,
Angels pray again,
Demons wait beneath the skies
To take at last their gain.

The blood is cold and running slow,
A shadow tall I see-
Sorrow comes to take my soul
And now, and now I'm free!






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