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Creep into the bedroom,

Precisely at midnight,

Focusing the shaft of light onto the cursed eye,

Persistant and frantic,

Is the ticking in the old man's chest,

Silently shrouded in shadows,

I lay the man to rest

Celebrating grim victories,

Above where the dead man sleeps,

Trying in earnest to drawn out the ticking with my shrieks,

The eye the pupil,

The very thing I most abhorred,

The hideous heart pulsating through the floorboards