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Heart pounding, face flushed
a crushing headache bum-rushed
Breath ragged, star-crush
the holy theme of hush hush
When darkness takes over,
Our nightmares come to life.
Who's time will end next?
A mere roll of the dice.
Fate is a religion for those who hate chance.
But be it random or precise,
