Challenge
The end is near
Poetry or prose.
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winding down--
I hear the repetitive tick of the clock
As I lay dying,
And I can feel
That the eternal abyss
Which is so highly praised,
Becomes near.
I hear the repetitive tick of the clock
As I lay dying,
And I can feel
That the eternal abyss
Which is so highly praised,
Becomes near.