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Death is a midnight black gate
That smells like a slaughterhouse
But tastes like dirt drenched in iron-rich blood
And feels like unbearable torture with a butter knife
It looks like a tearful black and white film
Yet sounds like a stampede constantly pounding against your eardrums
That closes on you, cutting you off from the world for eternity





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Consey14 said...
Jun. 11, 2011 at 6:48 pm
Wow! That was amazing! I loved it!
 
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