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Last Day

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May you die in front of me
So my face is the last you see
My face with an evil grin
Just as the room begins to spin

You knew not to try to fight
But you were to proud to run in flight
So you tried to make your stand
And my blow was the first to land

My fists of iron beat you down
The blows kept coming from all around
My feet of copper kick at you
Until your body was black and blue

You tried to reach for my heart
Then you found the coldest part
A touch of it made you reel
For instead of muscle there was only steel

A heart of steel can not be held
there are no seams or a weld
Neither can steel be broken
Only dented and that is token

So as you die from shock and fear
You realize that the time is near
And the killing blow is on its way
You know that this is your last day.

Written: Unknown

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