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::knock::knock::knock::knock::

the reaper is knocking at my door,

i need a place to hide or subside,

behind the desk on the floor,

is a nice spot to hide::knock::knock::

its getting louder and louder,

i am afriad for what is out there,

could it possibly be my fate,

it cant get me not now not yet,

::knock::knock::knock::knock::

ahhh, again, there it is again,

i am going to go insane,

it must stop now before...

before i shoot out my brain::click::(sound of gun getting ready to be fired)

Please stop it and let me be,

i cant stand much more of this,

::knock::knock::knock::knock::

i am going to put this to an end,

its not stopping any time soon,

its coming to get me!!

oh my god it is inside,

there it is right infront of me,

what should i do??

BANG!(sound of a single shot from a gun)

The reaper has won the war,

As he walks out the door.