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Sat on the edge of a cliff, thinking..
Fell slowly to the snowy ground, blood staining the scene
Waits to be rescued, from high up in the rat filled tower..
Waiting silently, singing a song in her mind..
Twisting a tale so magnificent, many come to hear it,
But never was rescued from the rat filled tower, near the snowy scene, below the cliff,
Still waiting for- a gasp of breath, a poison in the air,
She faints, is still, is dead..
The twist at the end,
Happenings in the world,
Inside a new head, inventing new tales,
To be typed and told,
Come with me as we ascend to the heavens-
Breathe as never before,
Listen now, you can hear the roar of the war
Maybe, maybe not! Oh only time will tell..
