Chapter 1 - The Coming Hour

The Coming Hour

Sirens deep in distance fade
Come to your senses lest you be left
Get right in mind or else it only gets worse
I say do not dwell on such things
But they who live on the other side say it sounds better

I'd grieve over your loss if it weren't so maddening
Yet pulling at patience is what these do best
Tugging at everything that feels right
Yet natural senses lie in the dark

So sit down now and ponder what has been said
If you leave now, forever will regret rip your heart
I'll take the right half and see to it, it's mended
But what's done is done, there's no turning back

So I leave you with a choice is the coming hour
Take now these provisions till end saves or destroys
For me it's easy
I say come get me

But are you so certain?

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