The five letter word,
That stalks me so.
The black bird,
With a red bow.
In my death,
I shall stalk them.
The light turns off.
Now it's dim.
The people that bother me,
They should hide.
Better make way,
For the tide.
Is it my fault?
I do not know.
I am hurt.
They hurt me so.
15 minutes,
With the bell.
I shall leave,
And go to hell.

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