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Death

April 18, 2014
By Anonymous

There you are walking by, trying to find your next victim.
Standing tall with your axe covered in black.
In the cold night you wait and see for the souls to take in under your possession.
Your face is covered with large scars.
Your hands are filled with blood of every soul taken and you have wings of bone.
Wherever you go you cause destruction, people fear when you’re around.
In hell is where you belong, not with us in this world of brightness and happiness.



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