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You're Next

 
Eight or nine
ever eager to learn
nervously waiting
to bat out my turn

Small for my age
and incredibly shy
last but one
in the playground line

Gazing up
into clear blue sky
in precisely that moment
the truth arrived

Earth can be hell
and heaven's a lie
nothing's forever
and everyone dies

God wasn't there
so I wanted to cry
No-one could tell me
the where or the why

And then
they were calling my name
Written by Abracadabra
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