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I hath a poem for you guys! It took a lot of thinking, but it's not done yet! I am still editing it so let me know what you think about it please!
Your Beautiful Demise
The world shall die at my cold, bloody Scythe.
The people shall grovel at my feet.
For I am Death itself.
A heartless creature searching for victims.
I shall raise my scythe and claim your soul.
I will taint your blood and slowly let you die.
I watch you suffer, begging me to forgive.
As I drain your life,
I bless you with my Posioned lips, in a kiss that is your last.
I laugh at you cruely, pointing.
I dance in joy on your grave,
For you have at my own bloody hands.
You are the one, now groveling at my feet.
I am Death itself,
You have been my new victim.
The bell has tolled for thee, and I answered it.
Gotta go, time for work!
Ja Ne!
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Jing-ten
 Usagi_Ohagi · Wed Dec 14, 2005 @ 07:59pm · 0 Comments |
