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Crossed
It seems weird now,
The unusual silence,
That drowns me.
It calls me,
Beckons me,
To be brave.
I step forward,
Reach out to it,
Step away again.
I fall down,
Onto knees,
Hear his words.
Weep,
For I am worthy,
Of death.
Cross my heart,
And listen,
For the bells to toll.
