Stone
this was the eleventh hour
cool words upon your breath
the nights chill spoken
edged with, stones cold caress
no ember flickered
no last minute redemption
the twelfth hour struck
with the hand of the guillotine
this was the eleventh hour
cool words upon your breath
the nights chill spoken
edged with, stones cold caress
no ember flickered
no last minute redemption
the twelfth hour struck
with the hand of the guillotine
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