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Feb 2018
Now I lay me down to sleep
And I pray my soul to reap
If I die before I wake
Know this world ain't safe
And so I rest my weary head
In hope that I might waken dead
For mercy and grace
Have all but fled
This world of rust
Written by
Trevor Dowe  31/M/The Twilight Sky
(31/M/The Twilight Sky)   
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