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I know not
From where this fortitude comes
But it is baleful, I tell you,
Dark and ominous
Like the night before they
Enforce a death.
The bed doesn't shake
With my heartbeats, and it scares me,
Supernatural and erie,
The silent air keeps telling me
That every crystilized breath
Could have been my last -
All I hope is it will not be sitting
On some trivial display;
The red impervious blure of the clock
Or the funeral music.