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--The Nightly Voice--

Each And Every
Night
A Familiar
Voice
Fills Me With
Dread

It Tells Me
To Kill
Myself
As He Sits
At The Foot
Of My Bed

I Know The Voice Well
He's my Grandfather
"Bill"

But For The Past
Eight Years
He's Been

DEAD
Written by ManiacalMark
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