Now

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By eleanor maslen

And now i hear him calling me hes calling out my name His broken eyes are bleeding as only god now know his shame His soul is filled with pain at what he took from life and in the eyes of his victims the ending is painfully rife. he seems them as he sleeps through his morning stare and he nows the end is coming as all the angels glare. He feels them in his heart beat and with every breath for now there is no escape for the end there is only death.

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