Keys

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I hear the Keys on the piano,
start to play..
Sounds echoing up the stairs,
down the hallway..
None shall witness,
with sight nor sound..
The Lord of Death,
whom I fear,
is coming for me now..
My corrupted soul,
I feel,
being pulled from my chest..
The keys on the piano,
playing for the death match to commence..
I feel him close,
just outside my door..
I hold nothing in,
screaming till I can scream no more..
A claw I do see,
above my face..
Then two glowing eyes,
suddenly darkness takes their place..
I learned nothing from life,
looked after only myself..
Time to pay,
eternal servitude in Hell..

- C. Pantoja

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