the clock chimes, it wakes the dead.
The witching hour begins,
and souls taken from their sleepy beds.
Ten, Eleven, Twelve...
Open your eyes what do you see?
A world where the darkest nightmare lives.
What is that you plea?
"Release me"
"Let me be"
You want to wake from this dark place,
and leave the horrors of this world behind,
to open your eyes the warmth of your bed embrace.
Did you not see the sign?
Were you not told?
This world is your final abode.....
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