He thought a thought that rattled his head
'The end is near', the man had said.
He awoke a humble dream without fright
standing on a brick layered allyway with his lit lamp
He is lost in the middle of the night.
Looking around as a man came apon
The man wore a trench coat and stood 6 foot 1
That man was the one.
As crazy as it may seem
he stood in shock
Pleading, 'Please, I beg not me I beg, please'
The man pulled out a gun.
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