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Last Thing Left
April 4, 2011
Embarking to the blade I feel fear,
I hear whispers and see faces around.
Anyone can be watching very near,
I hold my breath- I mustn't make a sound.
You look and see on orb of masses dark.
But is she fair to try again and fight?
Deep within the orb you look for spark,
A black and twisted aura is too bright.
From this I know can only mean an end,
We have no faith, no money,and no hope.
My feelings start to soar from one to ten,
Although now I have little light to cope.
We leave the blade and start our track instead,
The only thing left is my sister's head.
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