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Nov 2018
Winter’s call


I see you there looking right through me.
I, your ghostly apparition; I who chases who I should be.
I am the creator of destinies; you hear my call in your hour of need.
Repent! Repent! Lay down your greed.
You took my life, you stole from me.
The end is nigh from upon high;
The time has come, none shall survive.
You have seen the pictures and heard the words,
Yet still you failed to believe, so you deserve,
The end of all that has come before.
You stand alone as all men who fall.
Welcome to your winters call.


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