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eh. Took me about ten miniutes... Not that great.
You may hide in the shadow of the night,
Only darkness cloaks your face,
The raw and bloody wounds you made,
Are scarring as we speak,
The children dead are peaceful,
While their mothers are distraught
While you just laugh and snigger,
At the ever tensing plot,
And while you vial creature,
Snicker at their plight,
You fail to see the jaws of death,
Creeping up on you,
And while you see the screams of pain,
Your body's will unnoticed,
A child cries,
And a mother dies,
And your body still protests,
And in disguise,
Death himself comes creeping upon your door,
All dressed in black,
And in nice slacks,
Eats your very core.
 I Drive a Jag · Fri Jan 08, 2010 @ 02:34am · 0 Comments |
