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I told him to wait up

He knew my pace and I knew his.

He saw me slow and laughed to himself.

I herd him do it ,I know he did.

Up we went higher and higher.

He knew I was sore and thirsty.

My arms were shaky and my body was tired.

I began to think about a urban legend.

Higher he went and farther I got.

I thought of the beast with the arms of seven.

I saw him reach the top and watched him look over.

I smiled to my self, it's almost over.

I told him to wait up.

Down he shouted "move your butt!"

 It started to rain in that instant.

I hurried up to the top.

When I arrived he was gone within minutes.

I saw. The woods and I saw the rode.

He had walked into the woods.

It's Sam after all,  I knew he would.

5 minutes in a found him.

Still he stood.

He fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

Sticking from his chest a spear of wood.

I pissed  myself.

And looked to the trees

A being with eyes of three.

He was in front of me in a matter of seconds.

I awoke to find my self  at the gates of neither hell or heaven.

I found my self being taken away by the beast with the arms of seven.

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