The Orange-Sphered Doom

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Everything in my life raced before my eyes

I couldn’t think straight; the real hell was on the rise.

My eyes glanced and bounced around the room;

Always adjusting my gaze upon the tiny, orange-sphered doom.

It was painstakingly obvious; why couldn’t I just do it?

I was in the wrong, or so as that hit

I couldn’t believe what was done. The orange-sphered doom was the way out.

I had it all; my belief was the only route.

My heart beat a thousand miles an hour.

Death seemed sweet, yet it was indefinitely sour.

I had the power within me to hold back…

It became too late; Satan had attacked.

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