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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.
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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