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It do…

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The pendulum, it do…
It ticks with the rhythm of a fife
in the unpolished corridor of my mind
The wood is cold as a dead man’s pulse
creeping the marrow of my mortal corpus
Dissolving me deeper into Hell’s abyss
with no light switches for me to turn

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