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Impending Doom
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The Dark Side Looming above me,
hoovering in its wait,
like a noose swaying,
waiting to fit
around my neck-
Like the sharpened blade
of a shimmering guillotine,
the light refracting
off its edge-
The executioner cometh,
cloaked in funeral garb,
his pointy finger
beckons me to come hither
and meekly I comply.
For the impending doom
is now upon me
without hope of pardon.
