Strictly at nine o’clock
Was the time that the people go to bed
So they can get up for work in the morning
With a warming smile, they rested for tonight
During a boy’s sleep
He entered his dreamland
As he dreamed of his ancestors
It was clear to him of his death
By the next morning
He woke up and got dressed
The boy scared of his mourned death
It was embedded in his self-conscience
He was frightened
That the Grim Reaper avenges himself
But the worries went on their merry ways
And he wasn’t scared anymore
But when the clock strikes nine
He was soon to be at his deathbed
As he was troubled
He over thought the worst possibilities
So, he went and prayed to his only god
A person whom he considered to be it
He prayed, “oh please don’t let me die”
So the answer from his god was feared
This boy didn’t want to die in any way
Such and such has been said unto him
Yet this boy was only a little kid of six
This boy wasn’t going to get his death
This boy was a little kid and fears came
His last wish isn’t to ever die
Or it’ll be his family’s crisis forewarned
The boy went to sleep strictly nine o’clock
And his dreams were unpleasant
For it was his dreams turned into a nightmare
Up there into Heaven is where his god was
That nightfall the Reaper came to him
Saying, “you’re going to be punished boy”
So he awoke and was covered in blood
For his intestines were out of his body
That night the boy died
And he was never to speak of anymore
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