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I am lost and I wander
A nomad of the night.
When people see me, they run away
Full of pain and fright

Around me people wail and sing
Of loved ones gone to die.
I taint their blood with grief
And spread every worst lie.

I have been on this earth so long
I am as old as the ground.
History knows me just as well
For time among me has wound.

Battles are my salvation
I am abundant, everywhere.
The cries of death are me as well
Everyone's pain I share.

Everyone knows and fears me
The end is my formal name.
But death is what people really say
I'm the place of sorrow and shame.

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DawnieRae said...
Jul. 20, 2013 at 7:13 am:
That was creepy, it gave me the chills. But I loved it
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Jul. 21, 2013 at 12:41 pm :
thanks i have no clue where this came from :)
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