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Running these shores I
am chased, reaper's closing
Heart race, skin tore my
time is, quickly fading

High tide, creeps in I
feel my, pulse diminish
Low tide, sweeps out
all life, has come to finish

Run! Escape! While you can
The bound fate of every man
To breathe ground
All shall drown

Death creeps, these shores, and
reaps all, life from being
Inert from loss I
feel him closing in

Eyes closed, lungs froze I
hold breath, final curtain
My life, spared for, now, he says
"Death is certain"

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