Sit,
young fellow
upon
the rack.
Sighed sweetly,
and darkly,
Killer's voice.
Cry,
young fellow
upon
my lap.
Hummed quietly,
and seductively,
Lover's voice.
Die,
young fellow
upon
the tides.
Whispered anciently
and infinitley,
Father's voice.
Time
Will Never
Stop.
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