And even though I walk through the valley
of the shadows of death,
I still hear you calling, whispering, yelling, screaming.
At the same time, I hear them.
Them with their whispers, and taunts, and screams, and wails.
I'm pulled at by both sides, but there's
only one place I can go.
That's the reason I cry myself to sleep tonight, last night, tomorrow night, for every night,
death's shroud already clouding my vision.
I'll see you in hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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