Seven

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I close my eyes and count to seven

but when i wake im far from heaven

i find that i am still in hell,

no anglic bells and my heavy heart swells

and though i feel im 'bout to burst

you demons here shall  your worst

and as i face the hellish beast

i realize my pain will never cease

its over now

my final rest

no longer shall i pray for death

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