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The sands of time are running dim for someone.

Run, hurry,faster don't fall no time for error terror follows you.

You used to hear fairytails of heaven a place of peace and love by the end of tonight you will believe in hell.

When you hear that long dong the chimes and hideous screams behind you they looking for you looking to tear you apart wanting to eat your heart.

Is it real or is it your mind playing hideous tricks on you do you really want to find out?

How bad do you need to know?

Walk in my shoes if you can.