There is a gust of wind
Trifling through these rivers of blood
And for a moment I hesitate
I sense I might be too late
Can’t protect you
From the hammer about to fall
So I guess we’ll
Have one epic night
Before the curtains call
There is a gust of wind
Trifling through these rivers of blood
And for a moment I hesitate
I sense I might be too late
Can’t protect you
From the hammer about to fall
So I guess we’ll
Have one epic night
Before the curtains call
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Sometimes all one can say is “Wow!” I use those sparingly… however to this write I can say but…
“Wow!”
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Love this, Matt! It is concise and says it all. Good ending.
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This is excellent. It gave me a chill.
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nice opening.
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Concise and to the point — of no return!
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