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His eyes were lifeless

Showing no emotion

The clock kept on ticking

The minutes counting down the time he has left

There on the table sat a blade of the finest metal, ready to cut

Whatever he held dear to him

He gave them up just hours before;

And at the strike of midnight

Blood shall be spilled.  

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