At the chime of the bell,
One can only tell,
Someone's bound for hell
You think its too late.
Nope, it's a preset date,
You could call it fate.
Trapped in time,
For doing the evil crime,
And you feel so sublime.
It was good for a while
Did you go the extra mile,
To unloading your misery pile.
The time has come now,
So wipe your sweaty brow,
and take a bow.
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