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Midnight

Twelve
The countdown starts,
Eleven
Can you hear?
Ten
The sound like darts
Nine
Filling you with fear.
Eight
There’s no escape,
Seven
From this hell.
Six
Monsters, jaws agape.
Five
Can you hear the bells?
Four
Chills go down your spine,
Three
Doom they do portend.
Two
With every passing sign
One
Until…

THE END.

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