I wrote this while I was still in sixth grade. I tried a new writing style in this (probably from reading Journey to the Center of the Earth, oops)

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Alas!--what was once a string of lulling words soothing to the ears has become a cacophony of sounds and colors, all jumbled and murky the way Death likes them. No longer the lullaby sung to me was pleasant. I could no longer hear. I can only stagger--and look up with blurry eyes at the stranger who dared help me so, a wretch. A wretch who found me barely crawling out of my cell.

I myself decided my fate--to have my legs bound together, strapped in an electric chair, electrocuted once, twice, put near the loudest tolling bell in the town. How I loathed myself so! A fool to believe that maybe justice has been served, that I had never gotten my hands dirty. I was a fool for declaring that every ounce of him must be chopped up at once.

"Listen," that man has said to me as I lay there helpless, "Listen, my friend. I have come across a great many lullabies in my age--they do not lull children to sleep, for they are meant for the unfortunate, the damned."

He comforted me so, embracing me softly and caressing my overgrown hair, much like my old father would.

"You just so happen to be one."

He sung of war, flashing lightning, and a wild escapade. He sung of soldiers whose bodies were buried deep under the chilly confinements of ice. He sung of people taking their own lives. He sung of the Angel of Death.

So he is indeed right, thought I, his lullabies hold such uncanny tones.

A good forty minutes or so have passed when the singing stopped, I just noticed, as I beheld the now-indefinite sea of people watching me with what I guessed were scornful eyes below me. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth did I swing, slow and slower and slower. I can only give thanks to that wretch inside my head. The wretch who was supposed to be hanging here, here in my place. My gut ached terribly, my lungs constricted. Was my current state of health what's causing the blurriness? Or is it this heavy flow of tears blocking my vision?

Then I felt something pulling me down as I prepared to knock on death's door.

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uhhh yeah sooooo i kinda unnerved myself while doing this

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