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Darker than the Darkest Night Darker than the darkest night, Kill me now to end this plight. I cannot live with this pain, Stretching on like some endless plain. Thoughts of death crowd my head, My blood leaves a trail clear as crumbs of bread. I shall not live to see another day, Oh God, I don't want to die this way! Then I see him stalking towards me, My vision blurs, I see three. But not of him, he is clear. As clear as day, not a smear. His scythe I see shining dark, Coming to claim me, make its mark. The end, I think, it comes too soon, Not even am I granted one last boon. Away from Death I cannot crawl, I feel so help