Twilight has come,
Thy dark deed is done.
Thy black sheep shall bleat,
Knowing it shall face defeat.
Thy predator, thy shadow hunter,
Shall pounce on thou prey,
When it’s twilight,
When it is neither night nor day,
We shall meet in thou family’s cemetery,
Where all the dead that I shall bury,
Shall be there to celebrate,
You’re unnerving, ending fate.
They shall pour thou finest family wine,
When you’ll come not for only a visit,
You’ll die at 11:59.
And by the time you read this, you’ll be dead.
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