The light is devoured,
Darkens has come.
Your times running out,
Your existence is done.
The end it is closer,
Your time does draw near.
Your breath it does quicken,
Your heart frozen with fear.
Death, he is coming,
Black cloak covering all.
His scythe will slash down,
Your head it will fall.
Collecting your soul,
To hell will descend.
Yes you have reached it,
This is your end.
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Dark soul
I am a person who likes to keep to myself......
I prefer to be alone than with others......
Some people i know have openly stated that they fear my inner spirit but please do not be quick to judge me......
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